last time

While recovering from last night's negronis hangover, I decided to remember the last time I felt good and happy. Probably I just want to stop thinking about other things, the ones that make me sick just when I think about them.


It was the last day in Mexico. After a long and very difficult night, the morning started with hope.
We packed bags and talked, each of us thinking about something.
We spent a day walking around, buying souvenirs for family and friends, eating, sharing stories, laughing and holding hands. Towards the evening, I was having stronger and stronger feelings inside of me, I felt there is something in the air so strong and powerful that all the bad doesn't matter.  I wanted to fly, to stop the time, to stay at that park at dusk and keep listening.
All the conversations, looks, feelings, it was the only truth at that time. Great team, nothing good comes easy, happy that we did it and so much more.

I was ready to explode from this good feeling. I fell asleep on the plane, holding hands, loving and with a stupid smile on my face.