As I go on in this journey of the soul, lost to the idea and struggle of getting what I want, and somehow believing that I will never get it, carrying on my shoulders the blessing and curse of feeling too much deep inside and close to nothing outside… I remember you.
I dare say every single person I have met has left a mark in my life. It is not cliché, that phrase that says we are all unique, whatever we are meant to be. We can only see another person through our own eyes, but here it goes…
I remember you father, every day. I miss our subtle disagreements and quiet understandings. I wish you could be in more chapters of my book of life. Few words, as it was, as we were, as it is.
I remember you, the thief taking advantage of an unexperienced and lonely heart.
I remember you, the teacher with family, friends, study, work, paths and omissions on his juggling hands. A man with a strong desire to share your beliefs, guided by your faith and your wish for enlightenment to someone else in the same path you found it. I remember you when I read the news of the struggle of your native land, I suffer with you.
I remember you, the sweet man with a permanent smile on his face, and a little sadness in his heart. A kind soul that used to cheer me on. A friend living in a foreign country, trying to stay in touch with what really matters. September is your month, happy birthday.
I remember you, the intriguing man who has the ability to take me through the whole spectrum of feelings. I keep learning good and bad things about life and myself thanks to you.
I remember you, the young man impossible to forget right now while we are still snoring side by side, at midnight, and love has not ended with the night.