La Nave - Forgotten youth
The days are painfully slow; lately you have decided to just sit beside me and keep me company all through the afternoon. Oh how I wish you would have somewhere else to go and run free! But the sound of my pencil against the paper, by product of my writing of these words, seems to suffice your needs for joy. Outside, the relentless sky continues to be gray and the clouded memories in my oblivious mind come to me like droplets of dew in the now forgotten land where I met her. She was then so very young, so b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! Nonetheless, daring to describe her beauty will turn to be nothing but a numb insult, product of my inadequacy to attain it. But I will tell you this, the softness of her skin was only surpassed by the tenderness of her ways. The glow of her eyes found equal only in the halo of her compassion. The brightness of her smile could only be compared to the keenness of her views.
She was gracious in a modest kind of way, the kind of graciousness that gives evidence of a superior confidence and yet she seemed completely unaware of the image she projected. To dare look in her direction made everything else appear as unimportant and mundane. So much so that in retrospect, figuring out how I won her heart is a matter that will probably remain a mystery, as she unknowingly left us without giving me the chance to ask. What I do know is that she gave herself without asking for permission; she took me to be her companion in life and I didn´t realize there would ever be an end to it until there was.
Despite her departure, the essence of her perfume has not yet escaped my mind, and by closing my eyes I can feel her as close as she always was. That is the kind of woman she was, an earthly angel who would give hope to the distressed, love to the ice-hearted, clemency to the ill-intentioned and advice to the conceited.
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