18

Love at eighteen is like breathing for the first time after a long run. It makes your head spin a little, takes your breath away, but it seems that you cannot live without this air. Back then, everything was simpler: one kiss could replace a thousand promises, and the world fit between two palms pressed against each other's cheeks. Adulthood came, but the habit of searching for that very feeling remained. Where time stretches like the film of an old movie, where nothing needs to be explained because ‘we’ is already the answer. And even if only glimpses of that childish, naive warmth remain, it still pulls you back there - even if only for one song.