It was a beautiful day in Lisbon. Sunny, warm but not too warm. There
was a soft breeze by the river. It was a perfect day to meet a couple of
friends and walk around Parque das Nações.
If this Saturday was all about rain, thunders, challenging my inner #FuckItMellie (if you watch SCANDAL you got the reference)
and spend the entire afternoon watching football then last Saturday was
all about sun, friends, dinners and party. And by party I mean a 30th
year wedding anniversary party… excused to say they were my mother’s
friends. The tables were named after flowers and ours was Anastacia.
I’m floating with emotions.
That’s how I felt when I finished reading If I Stay two days
ago. What if the decision of living it’s on your hands. Even if you’re
laying in a hospital bed attached to machines to help you breathe.
That’s terrifying. That live as you know it can be gone in a second.
Without a note. Or a warning. Just like that it’s gone.
The decision. The decision itself can kill you. The fear of the
unknown can destroy you. But that same fear along with the hope are
strong enough to make you stay.
And now I cannot wait to know what happens to Mia and Adam when they
run into each other in New York City three years after the accident and
three years after she decided to walk out of his life.
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