As I thought this morning i was gonna work a lot on translations, I went to the kitchen to get a new cup of coffee.

On the way back to my bedroom, I decided to make a stop at the storage room and look for some movies a friend had asked me to borrow.

I immediately knew I was opening the wrong box, but I did not stop.

There they were, staring at me… pictures.

Without thinking I began to get them out of the box. What I was to find was obvious, but it did not stop me.

I selected some, asked my dad for nails and a hammer and walked into my bedroom. I spent all morning setting them on the naked blue and grey walls.

I did hesitate a little about setting his picture. I sat a t stare at them, thinking, recalling,  smiling, missing…

Out of the blue I just took one of them and set them next to the door.

Do I miss him?

I guess  I do, to some extent.

But what I miss the most is the 'me' that I was when with him.

That 'me' that he discovered, and set free out of the depths of my souls.

Therefore I decided to not only set that picture but another two.

Why?

Because they are a reminder of who I was, what I did, what I corrected, and what I still need to correct.

But most significantly as a reminder of what true love feels like.