Memories

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

(Unknown)

It was a hard time of my life. I was living peacefully in Lyon, having anything that I could wish to. A moment later my well paid job, my flat, my car, everything was gone. The very few savings were spent fast. I moved close to Paris, and for days I was asking, when thoughts didn’t let me to fall asleep: Why me? Why me?

Until, one day, I met her, and she looked at me with her dark blue eyes, in which I could see the sky like in a mirror, and it didn’t matter that I was living in a cold room, that…