Disapointed.

If I could turn back time, I would do things differently. I would probably make better choices. The ones you make with your head rather than with your heart.

Because the heart, that muscle that lies between your chest and your head its capable to control your whole body. And I don't mean literary. Even when without your heart your head dosen't function, if theres no brain functioning, the heart is useless.

So, you see, there has to be a conection between these two in order for everything to work. And when the heart is hurting the brain starts to work, giving you the the obvious way out. But as stubborn as we are, we chose the other way, the hard way, the masochistic way; the way that would only hurt you even more, because you're blinded by the truth you want to believe.

But you know what hurts worse than anything?

Accepting reality just so you can start moving forward.

A new begining.

My belongings are boxed.

Half of my rooms, emptied.

A  big house, almost deserted.

The date to move is getting closer and I'm taking a moment, as I watch a movie, about how everything was, long ago.

Every wall holds a memory.
Some, good. Some, were not.
Some made me laugh...a lot.
Some, made me cried.

Still, I wouldnt change a thing.
Every memory molded me into the person I am today. And it change the person that I will be in the future.

I wish I had done a few things diferent, but life knows better.
God knows better.

Tonight, the house is almost empty, but soon enough another one will be fill.

And I can't hardly wait.

I can't wait for the new memories that awaits for me.
For that new chapter waiting to be written.

I can't wait for the begining of my forever.