Thursday, January 06, 2005

There is nothing left to say, just to think what is really life about. I've came up to realize it's just about every single moment, doing what you really want to do along with the people you really care for. I think she died being happy, which is a great relief, but the real thing for us is to live being happy, or dying on the attempt. Nothing less than that.
I'll be fine.
A hug

Me