Sometimes remembering hurts too much.
~ Jess Rothenberg~
Mia
There was a song I heard in a small cafe in London the day I flew from Rome. I can still remember it. A man was singing about how he spent almost two decades in prison for being an accomplice of a crime that was never supposed to happen. It was an accident, he sings. He regrets a life of defiance, but the saddest part of this song is when he sings of a teenage-hood he would never get back, the memories he will never have of his first love, the walks on the beach and the rides on his motorbike with the wind on her hair. It was a sad song, one that brought me to the day I thought my life as I knew it would end when I was nineteen. But lucky for me, a stranger helped me
