I'm better now.Most of the pain is gone.
The sadness sometimes knocks on the door, mainly at the end of the day, after a picnic or a beer at the beach and then I miss us, but I don't miss you anymore. The flowers helped. The working out, the books, the friends, the family, taking pictures, going out, going out of the daily life you hated and still promoted... it's like you died, it's liking someone that doesn't exist anymore and making peace with it. i still check your blog on random days and I see the pin-ups and the darkside of the moon and I think - he's dead, poor boy...
I get mad once in a while, but only once in a while and that's ok. it's only when I hear that your choise is Dylan. well, Dylan is mine. has always been. dead people shouldn't steal and you, music boy, sir, should know that.
but it's ok, Spring is still in the beggining, more flowers will bloom and my balcony will still be a perfect place for lunch and as long as nobody tells me that you're into Pulp again, or that your favourite song is Valsinha, I'll continue with my peace
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