Becareful stepping in a room full of broken things. You might get yourself bruised or wounded. I have a room full of broken mirrors but before when the days were bright it was the loveliest room I have ever seen. A room full of dreams, hope and love. It was such a special place that gave glow to my gloomy and doubtful life. Everytime I would make a mistake, I would just enter that room and feel safe again from all my stains. From all the people who did not believe in us, I would find my sanctuary ..there. I don't even know the reason why they would not believe in us? We have our differences yes, and even have arguments and disagreements but that would be disrespectful to wish a once beautiful relationship to end. By the way, before that room was completely locked, I took the liberty to take some few things with me..just few..happy memories. I don't think its kind to leave it all inside. But just in case that you want to keep some happy memories for yourself, I have left some happy memories you can reminisce..love. How can I take it all with me? when we used to share things together, remember?
If you would end up having a strange feeling of reminiscing the good times, I am here. We can still count sheep clouds in the sky. We can still roll down the hill from time to time. Nobody can do it better than us. Just like the way you would wink your eye..to reassure me that everything will be alright.
Do you remember the color of the walls in that room? Was it pink? or blue? I know..it makes me smile too. It was a room for me and you. You told me you would re-decorate it when I left but it seems like you haven't done it yet. You said, the way I decorated the room made it pretty small. But why don't you re-arrange the furnitures? Does the room became big for you now in solitude. I am sorry, I cannot help you with this one. I don't know how to decorate and arrange a room for a solo. I learned things with you..you know that. Even the shards of the mirror that I used to look at when I fix my make-up for you..its so hard to put them back together. Like an old woman who could not get over a broken thing. She would still keep it safe in a box or in a safe place where nobody could reach and harm it anymore..just because it has its sentimental value to her. Like my heart.
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