I know there are no more reasons to be happy on the 21st. The love we used to celebrate every 21st is now lost, and fighting death.
But I feel I need to remember, or to recreate in my mind how and why 21sts are as unforgettable as every woman's first kiss. And it's always as effortless as drinking water or wine.
Today, maybe, is just another 21st that I must forget. But memories are stronger than the struggling courage of goodbye. So again, I fail.
Today, I still do not have a choice.
You are still the reason I would and could, never get over the craze of 21sts...
So to love and madness, happy 21st!
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