You are my everything… Even now, when we are in two different countries.
This space is a small piece of me. It is hidden in plain sight: first I put it in a corner then I turned the lights off. Some days I remember it exists and still nothing happens, words do not come to me…
…Perhaps inspiration has been wiped out from the universe.
Background song: Verano by La Oreja de Van Gogh
La huida no es cobardía si de lo que escapas es de aquello que no quieres ser. A veces correr es de valientes.
—Elvira Sastre, La Escritura es Cultura
I used to believe that love could achieve everything, that nothing was impossible as long as we were together. It took me a while to realise that there are things I cannot do, I have limitations, I am not invincible.
Perhaps you are one of the best things that ever happened to me. You crushed me in such a way… It made me stand on my own two feet.