The last days were spent wandering. Roaming trough books and memories. Walking the old streets of past lives.
(One letter changes, past « loves »)
Marveling at how time flies and people change and wondering why they don’t always do so for the best. « But we take life as it is » the Kind Voice says, so you listen. You struggle, but you do.
Life is Change.
You have to rewrite your story.
Again and again.
Change the words, the genre, The End.
Some chapters are better than others.
Comedy, tragedy, poetry.
But then it’s the whole book that matters so look beyond the page. Do your best to write a new one. Don’t mind if you don’t. Sometimes the ink won’t flow.
Follow the Kind Voice and take Life as it is.
Again and again.
Read the old chapters written in the old streets.
Watch yourself grow.
Watch yourself fail
And most importantly watch yourself rise.
See, that person you were made it trough the last chapter. And the ones before.
They’ll make it trough this one.
Watch the shadows dance.
Hear the laughter vibrate.
Do you remember ?
Those stairs where you sang at midnight.
The bar where your heart so often held its breath.
(Will he be there ?)
The pavement where you sat debating life and love at sunset.
« Where will we be in 10 years ? »
Oh if you knew. It will be hard and joyful. Magic and painful. Imperfect, wonderful and mind-blowingly worth it.
Yes, even the bad chapters.
Especially the bad ones.
The last days were spent wandering, and then, suddenly, True Love arrived. With a tiny head full of dark hair and more joy than your heart could imagine.
Let the story rewrite itself and a splendid new chapter begin.