Danna
I always believed that after so long I had gotten over it, I had left that stage of pain behind. I believed the words that everything was fine and that everything had happened when it wasn’t like that, for a moment I thought that yes, that it was like that. But there is always something that makes everything that tormented you come back, even stronger.
And that happened to me, after so many advances, after so many things, I fell again so as not to get up.
But you, with your “I have a sore on my ass, don’t bother me” face, brown eyes and almost imperceptible smile. With those origami figures that only you made with which I could spend hours watching you do them. That look that spread tiredness, boredom and inevitable pain.
You turned my luck.
When I told you that I would take your luck for myself, I meant it, because if anyone needed it, it was me.
You became much more than my high school classmate who I liked to accompany everywhere without wanting to.
I don’t know exactly what you did, but since I met you everything in my life had been satisfied.
-Danna.
