One day all over again.
For Elle.
for saving my life.
This morning, like the other morning, I woke up without knowing who they are.
I remembered my name and recognized my room. Then I turned and saw the side of the bed where you sleep. And as for all the latest 364 morning, I wondered if it really exists. I was afraid of being
and "expired" a year ago and that, eventually, all those people had been right all the time: I thought, like every morning, that Heaven exists and that I, by mistake, there were finished inside. Then, I hoped no one noticed the error and leave me there, without ever re-check my CV.
I wonder if you're there. Every morning. And when I realize that there truly find the strength to get out of bed. And I do not care if it's a dream, Heaven, Matrix or the game of who has "programmed" this world. I do not care who or what they are, because the answer is that they are ... with you.
Since I met you, that strange day, my world seems less strange. This "foreign land" has become a place where I feel at home ... but only until you are near me. If you looked that day, maybe it was because I felt that was the end of my adventures ... and started our own.
I hope that I will wake up again for many mornings.
I hope that most of the time, the first thing you'll see. And I hope that all the other times, it will be because I'll be facing the wrong way.
One morning, as many mornings, I wake up in a voice that is not yours. I ask who they are, where they are. I'll see you and that morning I know that our adventures are over and will start those of our family.
One morning, as there will be many, I'll wake up and I will get up for you. 'Cause with you every day is a surprise, a gift that I like to discard slowly. Of these morning there will be an infinity. Sometimes we are alone. Sometimes not. Often, I think, we will be a bit 'as the families of those sitcoms we watch together.
Every morning I wake up, I ask who they are, where they are. Then I will see you and, after handing you a good morning, I will get up out of bed ... because it does not matter what I expect in my strange land: the end of the day, come back to you.
Every morning, as soon as I realized who I am, I'll take your hand and start together.
One morning, as I hope there will be few, I'll wake up and ask me who I am. I ask where they are. I'll see you but will not be able to stand up. But I'll stay awake, because you are with me.
One morning, like others, I open my eyes and I'll see you ... but you will not see me ...
That day I'll be there. Smile looking at you, because you'll find beautiful as that strange day I met you. And I remember of my adventures, of our own and those of our family. I will remember your face, your smile, your tears. I'll remember who I am. I made you smile and remember how you, with your smile, you made my heart melt. Remember how, sometimes, I want to do this without injury, they often forget that words have a weight that I feel. Remember when we sat on the bed and you taught me to speak with you and all without thinking that the world was made up of many myself, even if you feel like teaching a child to education.
remember the thousands of journeys made together and our pictures will be imprinted in my soul. My face always grumpy beside you in front of the pyramids, the Eiffel Tower. I will have seen around the world with you, although I never thought of flying and out of my garden. This is because, although I have always found it hard to tell, I only cared to be with you. For all my life.
That morning, take your hand as I have done every morning of my life. 'll Take you wherever you go, as I always have. If you fall I will help you get up, as you have always done with me. At the end of the day I'll kiss you as always and try to make you feel that my hand is still in your close.
One morning, as there will be no end, we wake up together and you'll see me again. I'll be there waiting and we'll know that this strange day, will resume our adventures. Together. And I shall see your face, all of your expressions that make me smile. You feel angry because they say that I was not with you, but I was there. Tell her that you called me and never answered. You will make the offense, we turned away. And I will run after him, as always. I will always chase. Do not ever let you go.
Like all the other mornings, like this morning, will be our anniversary, and by then, it will have a thousand years.
Together with you, however, will always be a whole new day.
