Life roads!

I was right back then. Remember? I told you that all that will remain will be the memory of the time we loved. I thought deeply about it, that night. Looking into the distance from the 9th floor window, I knew it was over. I had spent all day looking at the ashes you left behind, together with the faded lipstick on the remaining filters of the cigarettes you smoked, wondering about the meaning of everything. We had screamed “forever wild” many times, walking under the moon light, but only now I understand the meaning. You called me “Mr. Moon”. You knew how much I loved our night walks. I lived for them. 8 years is a long time. I’m man enough to admit that sometimes I think about you. Where are you now? Are you lost? It seems like you never found a way out of my...

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