One hell of a month…
Too many memories colliding. Facts that were shouted out loud and changed my life forever. Fireworks on the Seine. Moving out alone. Birthdays that I can’t forget, including mine 😐 Sensory reminders crawling under my skin, my very own bittersweet Proust’s madeleine. No surprise if I feel down.
Escaping is hard. I need to stop writing while thinking of the only person who will never read. I can’t blame her, in her shoes I wouldn’t come here either. Maybe the blog title should change and the point of view evolve. But I can’t write about jokes or tips about how to live happy, that’s not like me. Melancholy stays, even while I try to drop the sorrow and the regrets.
I have some friends here who helped me a lot (even if they are not always aware of it) and I cherish all of you because of who you are. Even while I need to move on, I still need your ethereal hands to pull me up.
For now, let’s celebrate July. No challenge, no themes, no questions asked, just meet me on a summer beach at night and I promise you we’ll have that glass too many…
Thank you again for hanging around here. And have a great July everybody!
Much love to you all,