You*

Yesterday was the first day that we didn't talk. That didn't happen since a long time ago, when we didn't have all the apps or technology to communicate. I don't know yet how many days we're going to spend not talking...


You were my first thought when I woke up in the morning. My heart raised, and it couldn't lower its pace. The day was just beginning, and I knew it was going to be long not knowing about you. How are you? How are you feeling?. I hope you're ok. 


I have to say that I regret all the stupid things that I did that hurt you. I'm so very sorry for the unnecessary pain I made you go through. I love you, and hurting you was something I never thought of doing. However, I was childish or worse than that, stupid, and I put you through this.


I love you, and I miss you... Do you miss me?

Pequeñina*

Seven years, five months and one day ago.

We used to count each month when you were brand (monthly) new. I remember perfectly the day of your arrival. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up at school. It was somewhat late, and I was unaware that you were on your way. So to kill some time, I called who I used to talk often back then, but since I wanted to leave already, I hung up and called my mom again. This time she answered, and I heard you. That was the very first time I felt excited about the beauty of life. It was plain beautiful to hear you cry right when you arrived. I was touched by life in a way that I hadn't and haven't before.

To see you all grown up but still a kid makes me feel and appreciate the beauty I get to live with you while I can.

You're a gift. Our gift.

Cuore*

The intro of a new something. Pretending to ignore it because acknowledging it it's what everybody does.

A heartburn, a heartache... A heart burning up in flames because it's still alive and because it's able to still feel. A racing heart. A heart.

Moving on...