Lisbela

Ela abriu toda a janela de seu quarto. Em cima de seu salto, olhou para as poças que aumentavam conforme a chuva passava. Debruçou-se sobre a janela e ficou a beijar as gotas, sem pretensão nenhuma de se molhar, e sentiu a brisa no rosto, buscando o mais nobre dos sentimentos. Tudo isso ouvindo a última carta de Gerry à Holly.

Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have the feeling this is the last letter because there’s only one thing left to tell you. And it isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp but you can take care of yourself without any help of me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You make me a man by loving me, Holly. And for that I am eternally grateful. Literally. If you can promise anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad or unsure or you’ll lose complete faith that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor for being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I? You made my life, Holly. And I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one: don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal. On my vision you know it ends.
P.S.: I will always love you
PS I Love You