Me, having a picnic with my friends in the park. The grass is lush and green. The blue sky spotted with small clouds. The smell of spring coats the early afternoon with all its nuances. My friends are the best reason to still be alive.
Me, playing with the kids on the living room floor. The toys are everywhere and my little monkeys are climbing over me. The joy and sound of our game vibrates through the house and makes me forget yesterday and tomorrow. Only a child could teach me that each moment brings new awe and wonder.
Me, at dinner with my husband. We are holding hands, talking, laughing, smiling at each other. It is our anniversary but neither of us is wearing a ring. We have grown together but stand separate. Like two trees bathing side by side in the suns and rains of life. And the birds are singing the song of love.
Me, with the baby lying on my chest. He fell asleep quickly after feeding and I feel his small breaths. One by one they are breathing themselves. The evening came early today and the candle makes the shadows dance on the bedroom wall; making my mind wander. A year ago I was alone. I am with the love of my life now. All is good.
Me, sitting on the 9pm flight from London to New York. In the window seat as usual; with my laptop open in front of me. I am wrapping my arm around the guy next to me after 3 hours of talking intimately about life, death and everything that can happen in between. I will ask him if I can visit him next week on my way back.
Me, holding a surf board next to my friends. We are slightly squinting into the afternoon sun. The palm trees are rocking back and forth in the wind and the water is rising, tumbling and brushing against our feet. We shared dreams and memories. We laughed and cried. I am afraid to go back home. It might never be the same again.
Me, being dropped at airport by our driver. My hair is sandy, my skin salty and tanned from the days on the beach. I look naturally happy and my head is still filled with the tales of a thousand waves rushing into every corner of my mind. I now know that the person who ignites you from the inside might not be the person you live your life with.
Me, waving goodbye with my hat. I embrace the tears as the ship is inching away from the dock. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as the metal hull parts the water and leaves nothing but waves and foam. Will I ever see him again?
Me, sitting at my desk in the office. Everything is aligned well on the table. The pencils are sharpened. The papers sorted. My hair is done just the way I like it and my black glasses frame my eyes with ease and determination. This job will finally allow us to start a family.
Me, sitting in my tent with a green headlamp illuminating my face and torso. It is a warm summer night. The rain is tickling the plastic with its misty gusts of water. I am thinking about my mom and brothers back home. Why did my father leave us?