Win that never disclaim

I have trouble even writing about nostalgia. It's a feeling I have from a few months ago when a friend who loved walked away and ended up being a couple of strangers. Sometimes I think that nostalgia has two faces: the joy of remembering the wonderful times of life, and the sadness of knowing that will not be repeated, unless a miracle happens. Nostalgia is daydreaming, flying without wings, lost in a maze whose only way out is to find the person you really love. So I decided to fight for the nostalgia of that wonderful memory that made me happy sometimes.

A year ago, I wanted very much to a person. He was my best friend, my best company. We put out difficult times that our friendship. Those moments still haunt me, those spaces where we laughed at life and any time we wanted to change the world. Sometimes I smile to remember those beautiful days when I wake up every morning happy because I would have someone to share a cup of tea. But now those times are clouds that travel across the sky and move from side to side. I think I pursued.

Then we fought. We never talked about our feelings. We decided to take separate paths. We hurt each other, and then try to make peace. It's hard to forgive. And forget.

People think I'm obsessed with these things, that nostalgia is a product of mental illness. I live remembering the past and the things people say that's bad. But have you ever heard a phrase from a teacher who I greatly and said: "To move forward, sometimes you have to go back to the beginning".

Suddenly, I realize that I must move forward, I should not stay in a fixed location because I lose precious minutes of my life on things that cause me grief. The funny thing is that the minute you least expect it, you love that person smiles. Although it may seem unattainable, never mind. I still look for that smile. You miss that smile. I dream of the twinkle in his eyes. Then you start looking in the eyes of others that shine so special. And you discover that your search turns into a goal to reach. And then begin your fight.

Because, believe me. Francis Cabrel As you said, you can destroy everything they see. But he will come and your smile will rebuild everything. All of a murmur. He was born the love I feel now.

For now, I would go ahead and continue with my life. But that memory so precious to me stays close to make me smile. I'm still struggling to return to approach that person and say what I feel without hindrance. For those who give up never win and the winners never quit.