Seven

I thought this was the end of the row for both of us, but life goes on, and even though nothing in my future seems more interesting that the years you have gave me, I will try and go on.

Your story has marked me deeper than any other, deeper than my own, and I shall never forget every single thing you taught me. All through everyone’s life in there, I have learned about love, and family, and power, and death, and friends, and honor, and courage.

I will think of you in a few years maybe, as an old story that marked my life, but I shall never forget who you are and what you did, and everyone you lost to get it right.

As true love seems to never go away, I will keep you in my soul for ever. That part of your soul you divided in a number that He never thought possible. You gave us your story, and those who stuck with you till the very end, will have it, and will grow up knowing where you are, and what you probably must be doing.

I wish my life was a little bit more like yours, just to be a little closer to the adventures, and the action, not like my boring superficial life. But my ambition will be my secret till the end, as my desire will eat my insides, until I can’t hold it anymore.

Thank you for being here for us, when ever we needed you. I’m sure they will still find your comfort in every memory of those days, al thought I rather forget, so the pain is less, I rather remember when the flesh is not yet so vivid.

I know I shall never find someone to let me through the numbers growing as fast as you did. Not ever.

I pray for this to go as fast as possible, to abandon me, even thought I know, no matter how many souls I spread over the world, or how many hallows try to find me. Every single part that dies with me will have something of you.




I love you, and I will love you always

Sincerely yours, C. Luzoro