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And yes, I reached a breaking point where the slight and fleeting memories of when I was happy return to my mind. For that short period of time I admired the breeze caressing the leaves of the trees as I walked through the streets of my neighborhood. Back then I was still innocent, I believed in happy endings and that stupidity of ‘’ if you love them you must let them go, and if they are meant for you, they will come back’’.

I’m impressed by how naive I was, I had the one I loved the most in life and, for a short time, I was very happy. Every day was magical and there was color in my life, a color that hasn´t been around for a long time. That color that I almost forget when it rains in my eyes and the days turn gray.

If I have learnt something over time, it is that sadness is that feeling that reflects what we long for and that we don’t have when we want to.

That sometimes sadness and the lack of someone go hand in hand or at least in most stories. In mine, it is that man from the park waiting for his wife with flowers on his back while she is going to break up with him; it is that hummingbird that didn’t find the flower. In my story, sadness is saying “I love you” to that someone and seeing that in their eyes a ‘‘I no longer love you’’ as an answer. Such is life, a labyrinth with a thousand thorns, a river with a thousand rocks and you still have to swim upstream.

“There are memories that make you fall in love in spite of their sadness”.