I knew it was too good to be true.

The place, the people, the food, the weather, etc. It spelled PARADISE. I wanted it to last. But that’s not what the story is suppose to be. So, I stored it all in my mind.

Even the smell. It’s tucked away somewhere in the chaos.

That is mine. It’s my personal property. Do not ruin it by your evil misunderstanding of what is your truth. Do not ruin it because you are protecting someone. Do not ruin my only shot of happiness. I am not going to allow you.

Just in case you might have over look something, I am just protecting myself too, you know. I am the only one who can protect me. I am the only one who knows how.

But I will always remember everything with kindness. I will always think of everything with affection. Despite the bruises to the spirit. Despite the splintered illusions. I have to move it all aside. And remember.

It is easy to look back and see all the mess of things.

It is another thing to bend over and look closely and see bits and pieces among the rubbish, where kindness always was.

And not forget.

As Hans Christian Anderson once said: Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.