I thought it was you who loved. I thought it
was me who cared.
Life was going by and one day, in Winter, I saw an incredible big orange sun over the hill, beyond our home. It was really the most beautiful sun I've ever seen, the most beautiful sun whoever could see.
I stomped out and I began to run towards it. I run and run, excited, astonished, wondered at it, like a child, feeling the morning wind in my face and the grass under my feet. I run despite the fact that I knew that I will never reach it. But it didn't matter. I was just a jumping box in a huge jumping world. And I was running.
However, time was to conclude. I had had a fully Era for me. For us. Years for love and happiness, Autumns with sad introspectiveness, crazy weeks going after a hidden place appeared in a dream, Sundays with or without faith, months amazingly different, hopes, doubts, risks, clouds...
All those moments had now already been and the great big orange sun was the prelude of its end. I did not realize yet, but something inside me knew it perfectly and was preparing the way to assume that end.
But while seeing you besides me, your lovely eyes closed, nothing could beat us. At all. We were protected. Our love was strong enough to defeat any risk, to arise before any hazard, to destroy any potential enemy. We were together. We were for long.
That was my great mistake, because nothing longs
as much as your fate. And our fate had arrived with that big orange sun.
