If I Die Young

I would have done everything for her. Floating on the calm pond, the boat was waiting to be decorated by all these roses that I had brought, for her. She was sleeping in the car while I gently put each petal in the small boat, as she would like it to be. I had also taken care to remove all the thorns that might hurt her when she would be lying on her bed of roses. And a book of tales and poems was waiting to be held by her tiny hands. Tales. Younger, I used to love those stories coming from the Disney studios that I read and re-read endlessly, before I put myself in a bit more credible readings. Because the problem with fairy tales, is that they do not become reality as dozen of companies want little girls, still deprived of any good sense of reflection, to believe it. It is the other stories that go beyond fiction. Those that begin with a dark stormy night, and ends with the unspoken. It's the nightmares and not the dreams that come true. We learn that we know when we will die, that we can feel it. A bit like a kind of sixth sense suddenly ultra developped. But when we feel this thing coming more and more, then how are we supposed to react? First of all, we must forget our fear and take a deep breath. And then we look back. We look back in our lifetime in an undetermined period of time. The most important people echo in our heads as blurry and distinct thoughts at once. Vague memories become more specific, moments we believed lost re-emerge. We then wonder if we would have changed anything for our ultimate day. That's probablywhat I would have thought. But it wasn't me.

If you knew that this was your last day on Earth, that there would be no more, how would you want to spend it? With whom would you want to spend it? I would like to spend it with her, my first love. I thought that we would have time to write our story, because we never think that our last moment is really our last moment. We all think that there is others to come. We believe that we have the eternity. But sometimes eternity is quite short. Sometimes we wonder how life can be both so cruel, but so beautiful. I still wonder how life could drop the great love right in front of my door, just to take it back a few years later.