My could-be-called-boyfriend left Friday. He went to France on an exchange programme for a year. The truth is that even if I am a little sad about this, it makes me think about all those people who, like me, are left behind.


This is not the first time I´ve been left behind. My mother left for a year to different country when I was 17, I still think that many of the mistakes I did during that time and much of the hurt and hate that I felt could have been much less. My father left when I was 8 and I haven´t seen him for 3 years. My best friend from High school left, and so have many more, and many more will leave.


It is always harder to those who stay. When you see the same things, books, photographs, and listen to the same people and songs. You may fool yourself that everything is fine, but the truth is that you are not. There´s something missing and it may be just a friend for some time, or it could be your grandad for life.


The truth is that nothing is the same ever again, because even if we want it to be so, the wind has changed and you are a little older, sometimes wiser and other times a bit more sad. Feelings are forgotten, and memories replaced; yet, when you see them again, you still try to be the same.

And the real question is, are we even really living the same reality? or are our realities just paths that are intertwined at times but we still have to walk the by our own? Well that´s for you to decide and fo me to choose, right?

Z.