Now it's time to say something new, perhaps.
One of the very important storylines in my life is over.
I have learned a lot, but the pain is really distracting me from the things I love so much.
Pain.
The anatomy of pain.
First you cannot believe this happens to you. Then you start believing but at the same time you want to keep an emotional distance from the events happening.
Subsequently, you're consciously trying to recover and return to your usual path but the memories are killing you.
So... Not easy.
What do I do?
I listen to the music.
Read a lot until my eyelids become heavy like a ... coffin.
I remember the nice moments in my life BEFORE that.
THE THAT THING is pretty commonplace. I have let you go. Nothing too much to add.
If you ask the Google for hits on the topic, you'll find loads of them. I am not alone.
I remember Woody Allen. "Anie Hall". Ladi-da. Ladi-da.
And I probably need to thank you.
Because you made me move forward.
So, I am on the road again.
