Sad memories
Sometimes we start to think why life must pass so fast…without believe it.
It was incredible to think how much could I need him. How much could I miss him…how much could I love him…also when he was already gone…leaving me there…all along.
-Lizzy!-I heard shouting my sister, Jane, who ran towards me. The afternoon was fresh, spring was beginning to show signs of their presence and in front of such beauty I only could think about the sadness that was inside of me.
I wondered to myself if one could find love twice and after all I envied my sister for have the happiness that I enjoyed and that I lost so quickly.
Yes, I had a wonderful love story to tell to my grandchildren when they grow up but I have no one to share with those beautiful moments, because the memory is the worst enemy and the best friend of soul.
I look at the window by which my dear Mr. Darcy used to see everything…And I remember the day that I met him as a quiet echo of air and spirit. He was so beautiful in my memory, and I was losing him… in every possible way… I was forgetting him...because of the time…because of the ages...because of the life. I still feeling his lips over my mouth and his hand over my neck…and I cry because I will never have him again by my side! I owe him everything…except for the love we enjoy…we share and we lost in time.
