I always found her interesting, since we met back then, in march of last year, in our course. And I also thought she was really pretty. Of course, at the time I was still "in between" with Amanda (our relationship had died in january and we were trying to make it work again) and didn't notice her much. But I always liked some things about her - her responsability, her smile, the way she talked, her hair and her eyes, and talking to her while the class hadn't started.

During the year, I tried to approach to her, just as friends, she seemed a nice person - and she was, although she also seemed to resent my level and she mistreated or ignored me at times. But by november, I was actively trying to approach to her, and tried to talk to her but she had a wall between her person and me. By december, I started thinking about her in a more-than-friendly way.

And once we both went away for our holidays (to the same place) I really couldn't stop myself from thinking about her... and then, from feeling about her. I guess it was something gradual, natural and subtle all along. Now, I can't even focus on my assignments! And I think I regret accepting my mother's invitation to Spain. It will be a great trip (just 10 days) but suddenly 10 days seem like an awful amount of days, to be apart from her. I want to tell her in person some of the thing I told to her last night, things I had started telling her last wednesday.

I want her to know, that I think I'm falling completely, utterly and unconditionally in love with her, and that I want to be with her and never leave her. I want to tell her that her beauty is only paled by her sweetness and caring nature, and I never felt like this, not with Amanda. I will never forget her, and a part of me will always, always love her and miss her, but I never thought I would find someone else that would totally eclipse her... I used to tell Amanda she was my moon and my stars and my sky. Maybe she'll always be, but Gabriela is my sun and my light, and that's stronger.

Tiefe Brunen muss man graben
Wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot, oh, Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasster sind nicht still...