The New Year

When I was 17, I wrote a short story. I showed it to my friend from school, she showed it to the teacher, he showed it to the principal, and the principal showed it to his siter, who worked in a magazine. A few days later, the principal called me to his office and told me that his sister wanted to publish my story. My friends threw a party for me that friday night.

Then I moved out of my parent's house. Bought my own apartment, really, really far away from them. I started a band with my two best friends. Everyone who had heard our music said we were like a female version of The Strokes. They said that we were like, God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit of rock n' roll. We threw a party every friday night, celebrating the past week, and the week that was coming.

I got married. He proposed at the top of the Eiffel Tower. We did a little ceremony at the beach, with our close friends. We wrote our own vows. And we celebrated all night long.

Then the twins were born. We bought a big house at the beach, with a music room, and a studio for me, where I could write and paint whenever I wanted to. And every friday, our friends came with their kids, and we all had dinner together, celebrating our long friendship.

And then you got sick, and you started writing me letters. I saved them all in a box, and I put it next to your guitar. And when you died, I did just what you asked me to: celebrate our love. So every day, before sunset, I sat down under our tree, and I sang all the songs we wrote together.

And when I knew I was gonna die, I asked our sons and daughters to bury me next to you, and to protect our tree. I asked them to not sell our beach house. And most importantly, I asked them to think that we were in a better place together, because I knew if they did, we would be.

And I realize now, that I celebrated a lot. Maybe some things weren't meant to be celebrated, but still, I did. But beyond that, I realize how happy I was, having you all celebrating with me. What if none of that would've ever happened? What if I would've never written that story? My life would be so different. Maybe even the opposite to what it was. But I know now, that whatever happened, if it was worth to celebrate, you were there with me celebrating.

And that's what matters.




wrote this last night, after I watched The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button. it's really amazing. or at least that's my point of view. weird how a movie/song/person can either change your mind or make you realize a lot of things.