I wanted to stay with her forever, not missing a second, sharing our secrets and dreams, laughing together in our best moments, remembering her that she is strong in the saddest, trying new things and helping her not stumble a second time because the first time hurts us too much. Making her to be sure about allbecause “slip-up” is her middle name, visiting her grandparents who alwayshave the most dazzling stories for us. Capturing faces, memories, mistakes and hopes. Talk her through the little details of her day before we fall asleep. Waking up the next day she greets me with her subtle smile. Those little things that make us who are we, together.

But sometimes, life takes from us what it gives by fate or causality it’s of noconsequence.
I was looking for her in all the places and times that I once knew. I waited for her where we drifted apart, and when I found her, she was not the woman she once was, and I was not the same either. We could never be the same.

I see her in passing, how happy she is now. Like falling asleep in the middle of afilm, I’m lost wondering how I ended up here.
Once, long ago, I promised her that we’d write the best adventure story evertold. And if I have to walk in cercles just for be one again, I will do it.

Ever hers,

M.