In less than a week I’ll be 50. In a few hours I’ll be heading out for a week celebration. From outside seems that I move on, that I’m ok, please someone handed me the Oscar. I’m crushed, I miss the person that I used to know, I miss him dearly. I already told my friends to do not expect me to shy away from tears if the feeling is overwhelming. I don’t want to be in love with someone who doesn’t exist anymore.
