Yesterday was November the 23rd. Exactly one year ago we went out for the first time, and what a marvalous journey it was. We've lived together so many happy moments, with you I found peace and could look at the beauty of the world and sigh in tranquility.
It was taken away from me exactly a month ago, by your fears, but I'm starting to get better. I sometimes feel the hole in my chest, yesterday I felt it consuming me again and leaving me breathless. And I've missed you so much. But today - I was able to see how beautiful the world was again, after not seeing that for the past month. I just got out of the house and was startled to see the autumn in all its glory, and I was moved, I was excited again.
I know it's gonna take some time, but I'm starting to really feel again, and live, and love the world. Yeah it's a hard life, sometimes so hard that it breaks you down. But my aunt said yesterday something that was so cheering - "how wonderful is that you got to love and be loved. It means that you're open to the world, and who knows what's coming? Only god. But you were blessed enough to know the feeling of true love".
There is beauty in the world, there is love. I just have to believe in it and be ready to feel it again. I'm getting there, I just need a little more time with myself.
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