Open the box of memories is always a risk.
Because, as you're prepared, you never know which way you will be overwhelmed emotions. If
will be sadness, melancholy or joy.
But the feeling of that moment, you realize it's worth the memory for you.
Is it pleasure, pain or indifference.
If you tear a smile and fills you with emotion.
If you open wounds.
Or if it fades so quickly that you doubt that this memory there's ever been.
Today I wanted to prepare a gift and I opened the box of memories.
I opened my heart in turmoil and shaking hands.
But now I find myself happy.
I see myself in a photo to embrace you, with dreamy eyes and hope in your heart.
I see myself smiling and serene.
And I'm happy. However
. Despite all
.
Given that photo-real-feel the joy of being so happy.
joy to have known you.
To have divided and shared with you a stretch of my journey.
I'm happy smiles and our battles.
I'm happy for our children's games and talk to adults.
I'm happy about our dreams and our misunderstandings.
I am happy in spite of the post.
Because of that picture tells me that it was worth it. The
that photo of me says that although short, if difficult, although complicated, although at times painful, viverti was unique.
And look and smile that photo
it is really worth it.
... I say it's better to leave that we never met ... [F. D'Andre]
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