Memories

As we make our way back to Boisbriand city, I realise that we aren't the masters of our lives. Life is.

A few hours ago I was sitting with my beloved ones. Watching through the windows and seeing only magic.

Snow falling down and gently surrounding the ground. The sound of the fire, warming your inside and out. Sparks of it in the fireplace. Although it was all so romanticly perfect, I was surrounded by thoughts of the past.
In a small chalet, four pictures of My Hero were looking straight at me. Bringing back all memories I have since my childhood. This place has always been the perfect place to enjoy nature, to have fun, spend time with family and to stare at the stars when night came.
But, it now seems like the place to bring back memories. Good or bad.
Everytime I go back there, it makes me sad and nostalgic. I hate to be remembered that the one with who I used to create memories isn't there to share them anymore.

I miss the sight of sparkles in his eyes.
I miss his smile combined with the blueness of his eyes.
I miss everything in him that made me who I am.
And I mostly miss being complete. And completed.

Hero of mine, I know you can feel, hear and read this through my mind and soul. I know you are probably proud of who I became. Just wish I could be by your side only for one more night. There's so much that we need to share.
Really hope you are doing well up there.
One day, we'll meet again.

I LOVE YOU.
ALWAYS & FOREVER.