Will I always remember? And although our lives have followed richly blessed and different paths, I will share for eternity what I have learned from you: we can love more than once in a lifetime, yes, we cannot always be with the one we want. love and we must move forward with a resigned heart and a certainty in our chests. Who knows, always love, now in a different way, but your place is kept here in me.
I would have married you. Maybe I’d even imagine what our children would be like if they had their shy smile or indiscreet air, I would have given you body and soul, if you’d asked me, and every time you’d contacted me, you’d have joined. But that didn’t happen. I see in our eyes the desire that this has happened every time we have met, but it is not, can you explain it to me?We don’t really want to?Looks like we’ve done very little to make it happen.
- But I don’t want to insist on why we don’t build our history together.
- I want to tell you that every time I remember you.
- I feel my heart beat and that same stubborn heart sometimes asks where you are.
- If ‘Are you happy? Ladies.
- I take a trip to memories and imagination and for a while I allow myself to stay there.
- Just feeling life with your presence in it.
- It is then that I realize that despite time.
- Our choices.
- You lived in my heart.
Not many people understand, you know? Few people understand that we can move forward in life, keeping in our hearts a pure and preserved feeling that, after being that voluntary love of the other, becomes a sincere love, which enlightens each time it meets the other in thought. I feel like transforming my love for you, that’s how I live my life today, so I thank you every day, but I don’t know. Today I wanted to tell you that you live here in a corner of my heart, in a different, special, permanent way.
Sometimes I wake up like this, rereading some of the past pages of my life, just to kill the desire for the good memories that come back when they are saved, it’s a good nostalgia to feel, it brings a delicious sensation inside my chest, like pudding from this grandmother that we ate in childhood and that we sometimes feel after being adults, reliving memories. Is this sometimes the case? Am I reliving memories and miss you? Then I move on. I am sure that wherever you are, will you feel today the good energy that I send you as I always send you, whenever my heart saves you and then continues?
I still remember you. I will always remember and receive light whenever my memory betrays me (or introduces me) to your memory.