The day smells the same as so many others when you and I were here; of wet earth, freshly cut grass, and dog piss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the wind blows just as hard, stirring the togas and mortarboards into whirlwinds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHere lies what was ours,\u201d reads a bronze plaque on the back of a bench entrenched among birch trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was on that bench where you told me about your dreams and passions. Where your stories floated, full of vibrant colors and golden glimmers above us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I fell in love with you, sitting beneath this birch tree, my legs draped over yours and our laughter echoing against the cobblestones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this place we made thousands of plans, laid out like domino pieces beneath our feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here you kissed me, while I stood on my toes trying to reach you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here you wrapped me in your biggest blanket when I was too scared to jump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here we grew, here we became adults.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But here you also left me, waiting for you an eternity, a History reading in my hand and an imposing palace devouring me alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here I felt alone, I felt abandoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here I waited for you. I waited longer than I had ever waited, and I never wanted to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here you arrived many times, but never stayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt you leave with the rain soaking you into my memories. I saw your voice fade, drowning in the puddles. I buried you here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I got lost, I walked in circles, I walked straight ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aqu\u00ed me encontr\u00e9 de nuevo, en el centro, en la Fuente de Venus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n