Pictures of you

I must admit it, I must come to terms with my past so that I can look at the future. I have been watching pictures of you. The truth is that I am reading a book named “Pictures of you”, that I bought entirely on my own will. A decision I took based on its cover (drawing and pink colour) and on the eternal search for answers, but never having you on my mind.

Last night I dreamed of you, do not ask me why but I dreamed of you and I remember most of it, and it felt good most of the time. And this morning I thought of you, I looked back in a way I haven’t done for a long long while. And I had this strange feeling of warmth, happiness, calm.

In the afternoon I got one of these “weekend debriefing emails” from my soulmate. And he told me something that as he says “must happen on a Monday”. And I thought of you, because of the book, the thrilling fun and nonsense story that represents exactly the opposite of you, because of the dream, and maybe because of the fact that I hardly have any picture of you.

And then I looked for pictures of you. And I must admit I am happy to see you happy on these pictures, and I feel a bit jealous for not being alongside you. And I am still surprised to see you wearing a skirt. And I wish I can also find that kind of happiness in the future.

In the meantime I promise myself to finish the book, and keep just one picture of you.