It happens and I didn't notice. Something pierced my existence, leaving me perplexed, searching for an answer that seems to elude my reason. For I refused to feel alive, trapped in an inertia that kept me oblivious to my own reality.
Perhaps an unfulfilled goodbye, a dumb dumbness that suddenly silenced everything I want to express today. It happens and it is uncertain to understand that yesterday, where the light of our gazes were blinded, unable to express the distances that separated us.
We turned our backs on the best of this life, perhaps under the agony of giving wings to what could not be retained. And in letting go, we believed it was for the best. But one suffered, suffers and will suffer, because behind each stanza of the lonely poet there is a story that resembles reality, and in another, only an outline of what was.
How could I let the bond be broken, how could I let silence take hold of us? Now I mourn, seeing the remains of a love that was consumed in indifference, when it could have burned like a bonfire that illuminated our lives.
It happens that sometimes we are prisoners of our own fears, unable to face the truths that grip our souls. But today I refuse to accept defeat. Today I raise my voice to say that there is still hope, that I can still find that spark that once united us.
Because love doesn't die, it just goes astray. And I refuse to give up, to let this flame that still burns inside me go out. Together we will rekindle it, let it light our way to a new and better tomorrow.
