When the heart wrinkles

How to know when you can be ready to move forward?

Who or what tells you that it is necessary to release to be able to fly? Images on social networks? Your family? Any counselor?

Is it obsession simply to oppose all kinds of changes to cling to what you are sure your heart wants?

After humiliations, insults and even physical abuse, he always fell silent; Forever wait. Nothing he did was enough and every night seemed like an eternity.

His tears wet his face even as his smile illuminated every corridor where he walked; his mind was spinning, imagining her in the arms of another, in so little time of leaving home.

The past was difficult, torturous and exhausting just to think about it, but his present was much worse and his future was uncertain. It was better to go back to where he knew how to act, even though his body and mind was screaming for him to rise from such a destructive reality.

Sometimes created a parallel life, the same as before claimed that he had his old love, just to try to convince himself that soon the situation would make him laugh out loud, but the heart could much more and constantly beat the door of sadness, to open it completely.

He could not erase all the past, he could not do what he did with such ease, he did not want to let what he felt go out. Knew it was real, knew it was unrepeatable, knew it was unique ... pain always told him.

He remembered the promise, "together to the end," one they said while looking at the stars.

Since then everything has been ephemeral, everything has been until it was not.