Hours, days, weeks, months, years pass me by and I get taller, smarter, physically stronger, I get older. But I grow colder as I realize how much there is that I don't know, how far everything seems to be. And every year as there is one more candle on my cake my smile gets tired of blowing them off and fades away. My tears get thicker and I realize how tired I am of waiting, blinking, breathing, bleeding.
But my heartbeats get stronger, louder 'cause there still are my dreams, my love to keep me on my feet, to make me smile.
It is true that my white dress is turning yellow, my thoughts are getting bitter and my words dryer; but it is also true that my smile is getting wider 'cause my dreams keep getting closer every year.