The notes,

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The notes.

Sometimes I find these notes left in a corner. They are there for such a long time, waiting, patiently, getting old and losing their ink after way too many hours under the sun. They are these precious words, waiting for you to come back, to re-read the sentences you used to write down. Ready to be rediscovered once again.

I always find them when I need them the most and they put me back in a place that I forgot. Most of the time, they just make me smile. They bring back memories of a young me craving to eat the world and patiently waiting to fall in love. They are thoughts, song lyrics or tiny poems of daydreams.

Sometimes, I read them again with a heart full of nostalgia. Always thinking that the past was better than these days, when in reality, everyday is perfect. Everyday was. The notes make you think the past has a sweet taste full of emotions when deep down inside yourself, you know that every second is filled of happiness. Sometimes you just forget.

Savouring happiness is so much more difficult than facing sorrow.


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