Esta mañana

This morning, looking at my shelf with phlegmatism and a dizzy glimpse, after a night spent dreaming with eyes wide open again, I see that it is far too overfilled. But why? School has ended, there are no textbooks, papers or materials that need to be there, only to catch dust and occupy the space.

Focusing on the shelf better, I recognized that it is not occupied with school-stuff. No, suddenly I saw myself holding a big part of my dark grey past; letters, notebooks, printed e-mails, photos...

Before my mind could have been conquisted by negative thoughts on the scars, engraved in my heart by the most cruel hands, I took a moment to realise that I have now absolutely no need to look back. I am now happy in my life, even happier I can be, knowing that the traitor is now being draped around by tight stripes of misery. But life has taught me not to take an advantage of the unhappiness of others. However much he made my love turn into borderless loath, I still wish God blessed him and allowed him to taste at least a fading shade of the wonderful life I am now having.

Thus this morrow, I locked my past away in a paperbox and gave it for recycling, along with all the negativism it was casting at me.

It is time to plan a wonderful summer!