October 2009
CHAPTER 55
Other years passed by us. More and more often I wondered what had become of my perfectly planned life. Nothing had gone as I had planned. And I missed it a little. Not so much that life itself, as the very idea of my accurate planning.
But what I missed most were those days, those months of freedom and light heartedness, of pure joy. I would have given anything to get them back. To be able to go back and change the course of destiny, of our story. I missed being happy with little and the memory oppressed my soul without granting me break. Those months when I instinctively chose him, feeling completely happy, without realizing it. And I continued to choose him still, even after so many years.
I followed his public life day by day and shared his most resounding su
