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Pic by Liz // You know the drill: she's just cooler than me

Hey oh, it's me. The girl who's been a bit MIA this past week. It's funny because I know there are bloggers who take like six months breaks, and I'm feeling guilty for having missed a couple posts. By the way this week's been quite busy, but I won't use it as an excuse as I did had time to wrap up a blog post if I wanted to, I just decided to keep on reading a book / watching Vlogmas / being on Tumblr.  I just wasn't really sure what to blog about.

I once read this thing about how wrong is that our society is so focused on being happy. Like any other emotion is wrong and should be fought to get back to the right place, which is happiness. I 50% agree. It's true that accepting sadness is something you need to learn to do, but I still think that being happy must be the final goal. Because being happy is amazing.

I was happy last night. One of my best friends turned 18 on Tuesday and yesterday she threw a party. It was set in this super fancy hotel, with big Christmas trees and elevators you couldn't go on more than five per time. The party was taking place in the penthouse, in this beautiful room covered in windows with a breathtaking view over our little town.

I was there with my best friends and we were all looking dashing. I felt like I was in Gossip Girl as we glanced down from the balcony over the sea and the fairy lights covered trees, holding a glass of Prosecco and Strawberry juice (That drink is uh-maizing. I had about 8 #sorrynotsorry). But it wasn't just that that made me happy. It wasn't just the weird feeling of being in a fairytale. It was so many other things.

It was that, though we were all wearing ties and heels, we absolutely crashed our fancy looks stuffing our mouths with fried goodies or dancing recklessly to the sound of songs like Shake It Off, Talk Dirty To Me or Dark Horse. It was that for once I liked my make up and my dress and I was really feeling pretty, but not in a 'everyone look at me as I'm the belle of the ball' way, because everyone else was looking pretty, too, and we were just being pretty together. It was that seeing so many people coming together and celebrating someone I really care about made me feel so warm inside. It was that everyone I talked to last night was nice and smiling and I wasn't feeling out of place at all. It was that I was there with my best friends, and that made me feel like I was home.

It made me feel so special, to know that the people I was sitting next to and talking to, in a room full of people, would have looked for me and came to me. To know that we are all to a point when we know it's ok to stick by each other, without even asking, without even feeling clingy. I know that even if one of my friend is talking to someone else, I can reach out and ask them to see me somewhere and they will leave the conversation without even thinking, and the other interlocutor won't even mind, because they know we belong together, and that that person is mine just like I'm theirs.

I was happy last night. The kinda happy that almost worries you as you're afraid something's gonna ruin it. As I entered my room and took off my shoes I felt a big relief: it was over, that magical night was over and it was perfect. Whatever will happen next, it will never scratch last night.

That's the same feeling I got once my Florence trip was over. Like now that that thing is done and dusted, it's going to stay the same forever. I feel like last night is in a safe place now, a place where nothing can happen to it. It's there, it's solid, no matter what I do or what I say, it's gonna keep on being the perfect night it was, glowing and shining like a beautiful diamond, one that can't be grazed by anything or anyone by now, but it's going to be the same forever, safe behind its bulletproof glass.