"there'are things in life that are worth missing, maybe that's why", said a nun to me. I was at the hospital that day, tears were running down my face. It was a sad day.
after that time i would spend my days doing to things: ice cream and tears our drinks and dumb things.
it was a denial way of dealing with it.
Someday though i put it on the same jacket that i had when the first tears came down my face. It was a cold Monday, and i was walking through the biggest avenue with lost eyes. As i put down my hands into the pocket, i find a peace of paper, signed by the nun. As I read it something inside me awakened and my lost eyes lost the fear of letting it go.
That cold day, was the last time i saw that city. It was the lovely day that i decided to be gone too.