Counting down seconds, memories, broken hearts, adding tears and sadness....it's all about mathematics.It's all about counting and gathering. It's all about decisions, leaving. Leaving the park, leaving another story, leaving....me!The park knows. I'll be back...with another story and more tears, other dissapointments, mistakes, regrets. He is always there for me....and I will always find myself there, sitting, thinking the last time I was there and hoping I will never come back again.

But guess what?I'm always back. Sooner or later. And....he's always there.Waiting....smiling, feeling all my pain inside. And he never tires to hear the same, old, annoying questions:when will I be happy?why me?

This is to you...my park.My best friend. A toast for you!!For, you are always listening, for you never forget about me, for I am always welcome. In my park, I am home, I am happy, I am...me. I could smile, I could escape once and once again....I could cry years long and nobody would notice. But though, the moment will come and I will have to leave my park. Facing again my world, my life, my fears. He's not anymore with me, but he's there.....waiting.....

Late, in the night, I can hear you....my pain is your pain.My tears are your tears. But fortunatly you're stronger than me. For my park....today, with love:).

Because I'm sure, we all have our parks, our inside worlds, our own places where we can feel safe.