From the bottom of my heart

We used to be good friends. The best of friends really. The kind of friends that wake up before anyone else is awake and start whispering about what the new day might hold.  The kind of friends that spend every day with each other but never grow tired of each others company.  The kind of friends that one would think will always stay friends, no matter what.  I remember a day you and I spent at the playground. It was a hot summer day and we were playing with an old waterpump that had been there for as long as I could remember.  The water ran down between sand and small rocks, sometimes faster other times slower. At the end it formed a pool that was both refreshing and fascinating. We forgot time.  I came home way too late that day. My mother wasn’t pleased. But it was a great day spent with the best of friends.  There was another time, we were older then, and playing with a cat. The cutest little thing that kept us entertained with its tricks and never grew tired of

One day, when I was walking the streets of my memories and my past I met a girl, a girl unlike any others. I had walked by many places this morning already.  The bedroom where my father used to cry out in pain.  The graveyard we used to visit every weekend.  The school where no one noticed the real struggle.  The house, now empty, that I used to call home.  The hospital where I didn’t get to say my last goodbyes.  I could have visited so many more places in the lands of my past that day, but before Icould start walking towards the next event my eyes met her.  She was standing by the road with a beautiful bucket of flowers in her hands. None of them looked alike, but all of them were so uniquely beautiful. They were like nothing I had ever seen before.  So I simply had to ask, I was so curious. I said:»were did you find those beautiful flowers? I have been here many times and I have never once seen any flowers, let alone such amazingly beautiful ones.»  «I can