I like this evening. I lie with Emilia on my bed and we watched talk show, stupid 'rozmowy w toku' and funny 'kuba wojewodzki'. Drink water and eat popcorn. Nice. She asked me about you, ohh and now you're online but nobody writes. I still miss you. But it's ok. In next year we'll meet and I gonna say you that it's too late, we can be friends. It's all what I can give you. I hope it gonna be. You'll see me and you'll think 'oh it was stupid she is a really nice girl' I hope.. And I hope I gonna have enough strenght for say that.