I smile again, I love life again, and I’m silly again. Go on
crazy adventures backpacking around Europe and meet fabulous and interesting
people.
Sometimes I’m back to my silly self doing crazy things,
laughing at my own stupidity for just doing something dumb. Going to new
counties, appreciating just going to the beach and doing nothing or eating an
amazing custard pastry in some tiny little random Spanish village. Spending a Saturday
morning drinking a good coffee while reading the newspaper, before starting the
day.
But the other part of me wonders if I can ever love again
like that, can I ever give myself so fully to another human and be there and do
everything for that person.
I now understand why some people choose to never move on,
the pain and the risk of suffering such pain again. And trying to figure out can
you love someone like that again.
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