The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

"Last question: what do you think life is?"
He answered like a lightening in the sky:
"It's something you must try to make exactly as you want it."
"Top score! You're hip Jill... very beautiful answer, mate!"
"So I did pass this test?"
"Sure you did... look, if you were a woman I'd marry you... ahahah!"
"You bet you would...But I deserve more!"
They laughed again, then realized it was about time to separate for the night. They agreed the day had been amusing and settled another date for continuing the painting session.
When Jill got back home he was tired, wet as a fish in a sweat tank, with all his muscles hurting and a slow breath...
But he was joyous.
Joyous like he thought he wouldn't have been anymore. That was linked to names in his head, in his heart he found just names...
Steve... he thought seen by outside he would have looked just as the usual manager, suit and glasses, a little anonymous being beyond the windscreen.
Someone like everyone else...he would have seemed so, if one wouldn't have got the pleasure of hearin him talkin, if one wouldn't have got deeper and watched his way to move and give sense to the other things around him.
"He talks like mad, but the kind of mad that knows how things really go..."
Jill had immediately figured out himself and Steve like all-life-long friends... he did immediately compared the hope with the most noticeable link he had the experience of in his life: the one between Ilaria and Melania.
For his entire life he had looked for a friendship as precious and unbreakable as a diamond, but he got never quite there, just around.
He wanted a male to rely on, and once again he was hoping he had found him.
And after all, he could already claim to have a best friend. His best friend was in the end the girl he loved.
But a male would have been different... a source and an inspiration to make his multi-faced personality be more directional... someone whom he could have followed to decide which sides of himself were more relevant than others to be developed freely.
Everyone was assuming he was mature and protective: but so many days he was wakin up terrified by the things lying into his soul.
Steve... would have been Steve the rock in the storm?
Steve... he truly was someone to feel right inside.
Thoughts faded over an unmade bed... Jill fell asleep with a splendid child smile, like a pure angel of dark curly hair whom was having his wings healed back.
He dreamt of Knewborth Park, he dreamt of the gig day, he dreamt of having Meli's along all of his hours under sun and as he woke up the morning after, he saw the smile was still glued on his face.
He felt he could fly free and happy high again.
And sung.