Life is full of memories, the memories we make day by day as the months, years, decades go by... And I can say that I live today thanks to my memories.
I remember the time I met you. I was going through a few unpleasant moments and I was walking down the street. At that time of the night, almost 7pm, very few people walk the cold streets near the park, I usually see people sitting on the benches, close to the light provided by the brightest headlight. They almost never lift their faces to look around.
I was passing by, as usual, with my beige gloves tucked inside my double jacket as protection from the cold, with my hat and scarf. It gave very little room to see who it was.
I saw you today, just like the days when I walked alone in the park. Do you read? Or do you rest your eyes on the book? I don't really care, I walk by and you don't look up.
I really don't know if you take the book away from your face after I walk by or if you are still there hunched over and looking at your book.
Far ahead are a couple of old men, they smile, they always smile, I think they do it with everyone they pass. I don't think I'm the only person they give those beautiful smiles to. They can't be cold, they are so covered in fur coats they look like old Eskimo. I laugh but keep going.
Even though it's night and cold, I relax walking around the place. In the daytime it is a very busy place. There is a lake up ahead and ducks come to the shore to beg for food from passersby. Whenever I pass by during the day, I always bring bread crumbs, those are their favorite.
But at this hour you can only see the moon, clear and round, round and clear. It guides my steps, it walks with me wherever I go. It just keeps me company, because the moon is also a woman, she knows that sometimes the best friend walks beside us with the best of her silence and she does.
I have approached thanks to the company of my moon to the shore of the lake. It's all very clear. And my moon's reflection is seen in the still waters of my lake. Perfect, and white, and lonely like me.
Longing comes to my mind for the times when I didn't have so many responsibilities, in the days when work was just a few hours and then to enjoy family and friends. It was so pleasant to arrive in the afternoon and just have to take the car and go out to enjoy a nice evening, with the family of a friend who had invited me. I used to go to my favorite family, there were just jokes, laughter, games of chance with no gambling… I enjoyed it.
I spent the best years of my life doing the same thing, but then my boss decided I was important for another job in a more secluded place. I got out of all my habits, I accepted the challenge of better pay, of personal growth.
It was all for a better position in my job, from there I would be given a greater responsibility that would lead me to climb positions and of course more economic stability.
So I left my family evenings, I left my friends, my cheerful and jovial meetings with stories, stories and jokes that made my life happy, to go to look for more positions and more possessions.
I took my flight and came to this city. Now I work all day long, sometimes on Saturdays and mostly every day. I have been away from home for 5 years. My friends are far away, my recreational afternoons are over there, I have economic stability but... what about the rest?
This story will continue...
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Very thoughtful story, full of thoughts and questions, I'll be looking forward to the next chapter, greetings to you and take care.