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You Never Forgive, I never Forget
26/12/2023
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DTIYS! Anemoia.
“Es terrible vivir con miedo, mi vida. ¿Y sabes qué es lo más triste de todo? Acostumbrarse.”
— Días sin ti; Elvira Sastre.
Winter makes me feel a certain kind of way. The season has seen me at my worst. The worst point of my "bieber-fever", worst phase of my tween years' longing for requited love and worst nights of my school days when I wanted nothing more than to escape the walls of my house past my strict parents and be with my friends. It always seemed as if everything got worse in winter. My loneliness, my desperation, my health (both physical and mental) and my hopeless daydreaming (sometimes it's nightdreaming). That has always made me sad because the cold mist of winter also makes me happy. It's sad to me because every year, I don't get to enjoy such a beautiful season as I get pulled or pushed down to the lowest point of my year again and again.
But winter also bring me hope. A hope that things will get better 'maybe this time'. Even if it doesn't, another thing will remain constant. I will continue to look out of my window at cold nights and gaze at the dreamy lights shining in the mist, again. I will continue to let it fill me with the feeling of nostalgia for the things that never happened, to fill me with anemoia, again. I will continue to hope for the best. Again.