Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Joy

I want to remember that first there was joy.
Always, when I remember him, before any bad memory can come back to me, there is a smile on my face.
Even now, three months later, when everything is still raw and painful, it is that way because I loved so much and I had so much joy...
I want to remember that first, and most importantly, there was joy...and that joy will come again.

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