BORN SICK BUT I LOVE IT

'It was for real'

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It was the most beautiful word that Luke could use. The only thing that scared me was the solitude of that word, unaccompanied neither by an "even for me" nor by an "I love you". The iciness was pure but not meaningless. That thanks filled my head of desires and dreams that the night did not let go, so they came back to mind old memories and past emotions from my first time till the one which would be the last one. Life had stopped at midnight and had come back not to hours, not even days but whole months. And it was a fantastic thing. Like flashes inside my eyes, I found all my stories that I thought passed. But the
past is part of the present as an indelible memory that marks us forever. An invisible tattoo that makes us proud, without anyone being able to see or touch it. It wasn't me talking in my sleep, I was not daydreaming, it was my imagination, it loved to revive my feelings, in the obscurity of my room. Everything was wrong, I had just discovered a thousand things about me and I had no idea that my life would change in a single day. I was afflicted by a shooting pain it was not my body that suffered but it was me who could not take it anymore.
Nobody understood me, nobody could really understand what was happening to me, except her, a being so simple. A ray of light that I could never have imagined she would soon become one of my best friends. Our first chat was one simple walk between cigarettes to release tension and rock music to chill and  to escape from that bare and winter landscape that otherwise would have prevailed on our biggest wounds. We were not depressed and not even in the mood to die, we were
just tired of everything and everyone. Falsehoods between the school desks and the loves gone into
shattered by simple disputes now forgotten. That day, it was the beginning of one multitude of chats in that city that until then seemed so boring and with no reason to exist. With Joey, I felt free. I could tell her everything and she was there for me.
She listened and did not pretend to understand me, she just understood. The days passed and  I could only think of the day I would see her again. She did not have a very simple life either since childhood but she had been loved and lived in a family that would do anything for her.
We two were similar, not the same so this was our secret. If we had been
the same, we would have probably met before, but destiny for our
luck had already predestined us.