A Letter of Goodbye

Dear 2012,

I remember starting the year thinking this would be one of great changes and decisions. I published my first article, moved to my own apartment, made friends and learned the joys of managing money. What I did not expect was to learn about goodbyes and hellos the way I did. This year I learned that the hardest things are usually the best. I learned to say goodbye knowing that what I was leaving behind was not for me, as much as I thought it was. I cannot say it was
easy; too many tears were shed. I sometimes wish I had done things differently, but that would go against something I clearly believe in: we live what we have to at the moment we have to. There is still so much healing to do, but I know I have faced the hardest and made it out stronger and better.

And just when I thought the year would end on a somber note, you gave me something that I cannot even describe with words, I spent nine amazing days in Texas with those that have always been there eventhough it was at a distance. We all met in Texas to celebrate something beautiful: the union between two people who love each other and are daring enough to say "I do." I laughed, I smiled, I cried, I danced and I enjoyed every moment wishing it would last forever. And at the end of this lovely trip, I learned something that I've practiced so much but didn't understand. I learned that some goodbyes, especially those from people who truly love you, are simply "see you soon!"

This coming year promises to be just as good as 2012 or perhaps even better. I start 2013 with the promise of more laughter, more hugs, trips out of and to Mexico, love and many many friendships. 2012, I clearly remember one day that I considered you the worst year of my life. I understand that I was hurt and could not see the many blessings I had. Thank you for all
the lessons, for my family and for my true friends that have never left my side.

Happy New Year!

Love,
A Hopeless Romantic

I write.

I write.
I write to let go.
I write to feel more,
because writing is feeling,
writing is breathing. My
fingers type the words,
while my mind tries to make sense,
of everything,
thoughts
ideas
memories
words
letters
commas
periods.

Perhaps if the world
could slow down its pace,
let me breathe,
let me think,
no noise to distract
no phone
no cars
no television
no voices,
just silence
peace
time
words on the page
pages on the floor
floor full of books.

Karoly G Molina

Pinocchio

Pinocchio

Sono stanca di te, voglio
che lo sapette. Il mio
cuore é stanco da quello
che non facci.
A volte penso,
immagino,
voglio,
faccio.
Ma tu non pensi,
immagini,
facci.
Solo vuole,
e
prendi.
Non sono da te,
caro Pinocchio.

Karoly G Molina

Shortness of breath

Shortness of breath
lightheaded day.
The idea of you
makes me shiver and sweat.

Racing heartbeat
trembling hand.
Morning turn into night,
Coldness turn into warmth.

After all the years between us,
such a long stretch of water
separating,
dividing,
distancing.

Karoly G Molina

Letter to a forgotten ex, or maybe not so forgotten