We all have friends and acquaintances in our lives, people that we know more or less, good friends and some less good. Such is life and human nature.
Sometimes our friends date back to primary school, some are more recent. And for reasons unknown, some are for life.
And there is this special type of person, the one that you don't know so well, but you feel good in their presence, you have the same interests, the same passions, and you want to see more and more of this person, there is some connection that you can't describe, but it exists, it is there.
Dimitar was just such a person. Felt good with him, we had some great times together and had some plans to check out some climbing spots. We even shared an interest in knives. Damn, that was pretty cool.
We also had the same vocation for helping others in the time of need, he was part of the Red Cross mountain rescue team. People who do this kind of work share a special bond, and I had it with him.
We talked about a whole bunch of subjects, and it was always interesting.
When I went to Sv. Nedela the other day, it was my first time there, and I cannot begin to tell you how much I enjoyed myself and how beautiful it is.
I spent some time there thinking about Dimitar.
Up there, I found what I was looking for
I hope you did too
Never forgotten, my friend
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