Recently I cought myself thinking that I am living my life to the fullest, that I do in life the things that I am interested to do, I have friends who like me are intelectuals, creative independent and fascinating personalities. There are not many people like that, but a few is already enough. I am starting to enjoy being myself. Maybe there is something missing still, a sloumate, lover, the other half ... different names but one meaning: a person with whom to share the love and joy. That I am searching for.

found still