How crazy it is how easily the life runs through our fingers?
We just live and then looking back we see how many days, weeks and even years has gone.
It was not different with us. It has a long time since the last time I looked into your eyes, the last time I saw you, the last time I kissed you. The last time I held your hands.
The time just passed but here I am, remembering it all.
After all this time, I still catch myself smiling of small silly things, and regretting not having all big and small ones anymore. I kind of realized I really never had any of those. Not really.
It's November again and since I met you, I never had one November with you. Seems I never will. So it's not so bad to me right now once I have nothing to compare with.
I think it gets easier every day, memories fade, feelings start to disappear and what we was, or what we should've been, just become more and more a story, not reality. It's in the past, they can say. Or I say to myself, even though every time I close my eyes, I keep looking for you.
What a silly girl I am.
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