Was it a year? It felt like a month. It seems as if we were back in 2009, a year ago, when I got tonsillitis. I was stuck in bed on New Year's Eve, blanket on top, despite my total indifference within the world outside. My life was quite far away from this flat I live in. Like an exponential graph, this year has shown me how to be myself, get the best of me and take the happiness where ever I go.
I was a teenager not so long ago. In fact, this year I've had moments where shock seemed to be the best response. I know I make mistakes. It could be a positive thing, not making them but realising about it. I'm different. If you look into my eyes, unhidden songs in my personal soundtrack album start to play. They talk about love, success, worries, euphoria, fears... My eyes speak for me, just like a mother does for her 3 year old son. Being so clear is one of my favourite virtues. My ability to harm remains in 2009 levels, hitting me back as soon as I hit someone, unconsciously or not.
So 2010 has been as long as a week, a total roller coaster. After going down a slide, I started what I consider has been the point of no return: independence. As healthy as it could be, my life has removed insanity, fake friendships and smoke. I have reduced the number of alcohol units and controlled (almost) everything I eat. I don't get ill so often and my mood is more integrated.
So, besides me, what else has happened? I finished my first year at University with great marks and honours, I travelled to Britain and Africa, got a short summer and had a two-week complete isolation on the coast.
Then I found you. Now it's ten days for Paris. Within this time, it only concerns us what has happened, but it has been, undoubtedly, the best of 2010. I'm here to give you all.
I choose this present. Past remains and future is out of reach.
TWENTY ELEVEN
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vuelve!
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