What Happens At A Non Religious Wedding?

And I think of you.

are days that I have a fixed idea in his head.
I tried to wash it off under the shower, and fill my head with a thousand other words in the hope that they could for a moment above it, make it less insistent. But it was useless.
Lately I think of you often.
I do not know why. Will be approaching that anniversary, the first, and when you lose something that you thought of it becomes suffocating. I But I do not think of that.
Especially in the evening, before bed. I put myself in the bed under the covers, and with eyes closed trying to sleep. But you assaulted me, do not let me breathe. With your constant presence seems to want to tell me that I must think, at least a little ', then.
But I want 'bout to bomb the head, in the moments of imploding into more disproportionate.
Lately I speak more often than you. You're not a speech that I avoid. Sometimes I have to look, talking about you, remember.
They say when you can remember a person without inevitably felt his eyes moisten and the time at which stop suffering of his loss, and begin to accept it. I never thought of before.
But I do not think so. I rather think that a vacuum remains.
It 's a bit like when you're doing a puzzle and a piece is lost. No other piece will occupy the place. There
Marco, next to me.
You know, I think he will never speak of her without feeling like dying inside. I can see it in his eyes, even when I do not speak.
stand by him and bring new smiles on her lips, are the only things I can do. I hope they are enough.
But you, these days, exploding in a sudden as if I did it on purpose, not make things easy.
I have not forgotten. But now, please, leave me.
I have problems in the present, to also fight with your ghost grandmother. ©

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