Love

I´ve just received what it seems to be her last message to me. It´s been a roller coaster, as usual. I cried a lot, I felt alone, I was in pain. The first and strongest impulse was to write and write and write some more. Her mail was short and somehow cold. It is perfectly understandable in our situation. She wanted to come back, to try things out again. She realized all the things we had together, in her own words. But for me it was kind of late. Despite remembering great things that happened when we were together from time to time, our story is fading into the past. It was quite a ride, a powerful life experience that left its mark on both of us. Nonetheless, life, as usual, goes on and now everything is different: countries, people, moments, reality. It seems I finally learned my lesson and this experience has become my motto: let go or be dragged. I feel at peace and this is what matters the most from now on. A lot of work has to be done yet, but I´m confident I´m gonna make it in the way it is most meaningful to me.