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Our first wound won’t exactly be a bullet. There are people who we come to love madly, they come and go so deep that there are always remainders, a memory, a letter, a word that will cut like no dagger can, a smile, the first look, and that goodbye... without any warning.

And I will stay like this, with a broken soul and my memories in pieces.

My emotions are made of thorns and, at this stage of my life I’m not ready to love or to be loved. I’m better this way, being broken, with tears in my eyes, with a shattered heart, but being me.

I’m learning to love again over time and I’m learning not to invent a world in my mind that will never be a reality. I prefer to walk away and hurt no one, I don’t want to be like that someone who broke me to pieces and left, without even caring. I prefer to be alone with a broken smile.

In essence, I am so shattered and there are so many fragments of me, that some got lost never to return. And maybe it’s better this way. I know it is just the beginning of something much bigger, of a permanent change, something that will certainly make me find my way. I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that this time it leads me towards the right person.

—It won’t be someone perfect, but one day we’ll be happy or at least we’ll live to tell a good story, even some sad ones aren’t so bad with a cup of coffee and a cigarette.