Njegove ruke.....
His hands…
I have a distinct memory of his hands.
from all the amazing things he is for some reason I only remember how soft his hands were.
And the voice…
No mater what was he talking about, the voice transcended me to another dimension.
Somewhere, where he only talked to me.
I can’t help but think that if we only met some years earlier we would be…
We would be us…