First of all, I´M BACK!!!!

So to continue the story from the last post, it´s been a bit more than a year ago since that happened, and boy has the time gone by... He came back on July 15th, and I couldn´t believe that I had him back in my arms. I must confess that it was awkward, and kind of incredible, it´s not because "I could hear the bells or the light finally came back" but because it was like if the time and space apart had done nothing more than strengthen our connection (I still have to call it love).

I didn´t know If I had to kiss him in the mouth or not, If he liked what he saw or If I had made him bigger and better in my mind than what he really was. I do confess that since he has arrived my life does seem brighter and much more alive, gone are the days that I had nothing better to do but study, the nights that I was convinced that he was nothing more than a traitorous memory that mocked my heart and someone that, like so many more, wouldn´t keep his promise and come back and have the life we had.

It´s strange that I can say that I´m joyful now. It´s seems so strange for me to finally understand what other people said "You will understand when you finally live what I´ve lived", and I have and now, now I know what they mean. And yet, at the same time, I so afraid of this, this happiness. It seems so fragile and smoke like that I don´t know what is real or If I´m actually hallucinating all of this. I certainly and wholeheartedly hope not, for it would such a disappointment that it would break me apart, even If I know that I can go on by myself I don´t want too, not anymore...