I remember one day when everything went wrong. It was one of those days until you met me after school, turning my day happy with your smile. I love you, encircling my happiness with your arms. I love the childlike you, when you say things in that cute little voice. I love the tender you, holding my hand gently as we walk in the shadows of the street.
Four weeks ago whening home from school, I saw someone from the back and thought it was you. I ran to her, calling your name... and when she turned, seeing my surprise and disappointment, she looked disappointed too, knowing she wasn’t the one, knowing that her face wasn’t the one who brought me such joy.
Do I trust you? What a silly question. Of course I trust you. I trust youpletely!(almost.) But without the almost I probably wouldn’t love you in the first place. If you should go away, years will begin to fade away the memories.
My heart and skin will still remember the way it felt to be close to you. And my hands would still remember the way it felt to hold you in my arms and clearly feel the touch of you. I’m glad that we’re like singing birds, free to fly away in search of other songs and eager, always eager to return.
I love you, Roxana, and I trust you more than I trust myself and remember this: you and I will always be “one” as long as I live and that’s a promise.