Nelson: This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.~"Sweet November"
An end is a new beggining.
Walking seems so boring once i learned how to fly.You were there to help me, and you too.All of you made my autumn.I grew up with you.I learned how to cry and how to smile.Then i taught you how to do it.I danced in the rain, i ran into the woods and i wrote.More than never.I sang and danced, took photographs and talked.I learned.I drank tea and hot chocolate, i made plans and saw them coming to life.For the first time in my life.I shared and regretted when didn't.I learned from mistakes.I made new friends and learned to say goodbye.I was and still am enchanted by this Indian Summer.Couldn't have been perfect for the sixteen-year old me.I love you and i love me.
And now i am letting you go...Still, memories of you will remain forever in my heart, and photographs in my room, as the first time i have actually lived.And i am doing it right now.Living my life.
Goodbye November.October and September are waiting for you.Your train is leaving.Thank you.