If I had to write, I would write of fallen stars and candy clouds of winter and coldness and of hot chocolate and love found.
If I had to write, I would write of happiness and autism and of long hours beneath the shower head that is raining warm water. I would write of our home, the noise the madness and coziness...and my dream wooden home of secret hideouts and snuggling corners of floral vintage bamboo chairs...
If I had to write, I would write of you and me, and wedding I don't want to attend because I know it would remind me of you because I know I would leave to the bathroom to cry and in hush hope you to show up and... again cry
If I had to write, I would write my story, my childhood and my traced way to conciliation and about my words that strive at building and building. I would write of the blindness of love. sometimes! I will write for my kids to read in 2023 how their mom was such a slow leaner when it came to driving... and they wouldn't believe though
written 24th of December 09. and I didn't cry in the wedding :)