Winter has come for good; November has already arrived. It's going to be Christmas soon, and as it happens to me every season, I'm breathing in memories of past years. In some of them, I smile and in some others, I just feel sorry.

The chronicle with Dorian became a memory that when I remember it, I recognize and justify my passion for him or how much in love I might have been, but I condemn my decision to continue with him when I saw very early things that I didn't like.

Lately, I've met a guy who gives me all the things that I've been trying to give to the wrong man. Of course, it is too early to get conclusions, but so far it seems to roll well.

I met Alex from a case in court. He's a lawyer, and he represented a client whose case passed through my hands.

It's not love at first sight, but this calmness and things that roll serenely put me in an order that coordinates me in my life.

I wish all that passion I felt for Dorian, I had felt it all along for Alex. Maybe it wouldn't work, I don't know. Sometimes fatal passions are the causes that deprive us of love and make us ache.

But that's why there are these things in life, to appreciate even more what we have now.

I almost laughed to myself when that feeling of uncertainty turned to visit me again. This time I didn't regret it, I didn't cry, and I didn't get choked on what the future would bring. I relied on my faith in God, and the pain was ashamed that it didn't find the 'ground' inside me and left, looking for other vulnerable souls, and ready of their own free will to welcome it.

This time I didn't open the door to it, doing my best to accept the loss without regret. Those tears dried up too, I have no more.

Don't let the past make a 'mirror' of memories so you have a way of looking at it. Just keep the way you got out of a situation, and don't repeat that which is responsible for the bad experience you have gained and have stigmatized you.

I have no more days to give to my memories.

Life moves on anyway and draws you along. You get into a wake-up orbit, and the new people you meet don't let your weights drag you down and leave you behind. Their alertness pulls you by the hair to turn a page in your life.

As for Dorian, we were given opportunities to break up and escape. We both had two different passions. On the one hand, Dorian's absurd passion, and on the other, my passion.

And like every story, every relationship, it left me with the experience to remember not to repeat the same mistakes. But I still believe in something.

In love, you're always a rookie.

The flow of emotions will be large. The wound will heal over time. But the pain will remain to hover like a specter around the healed wound because, at that section in the soul, a knife cut it and bleeding, and this is an undeniable fact.

Even when happiness is to come, the experience of the wound will have shaped you as a human regardless of the continuity.

When you feel your mind corrupted by grief, you're afraid of how long it's going to last, and when it's over you're curious to see what all this has left inside you.

One thing's for sure. Behaviors go back to their source. When love does not find a response, it returns to its source. It hurts for a while at first because the feeling came back only and is incomplete, but you have to take care of it and keep going.

What will come of sticking to the moment and self-flagellating yourself?

What will come of it if you decide to ache more and more day by day?

You may stick to it and suffer from free will. But time by its nature moves on and doesn't stick to the situation you chose. It draws you, and it will stubbornly draw you to join its journey until you are done.

It'll all be gone before you know it. The question is when you are on your deathbed, will you dispute what you did in life or will you rest in peace easily?

You'll never know.

So you have to treat each day as if it were your last. All the things you didn't do in life, do them. All the people you haven't met and wish to meet, meet them. Try again to love if someone approaches you.

Every mistake you've made can't be corrected by making another mistake. It is corrected with one more effort.

I know, you're gonna tell me that these are 'pills', that is, temporary things to comfort yourself.

So what?

Would it be better to sink yourself into depression from a lost love?

If trying to return to life is not the right solution, then tell me what else is it?

What we become is a wounded heart. This is not curable. It remains in the experience of the soul.

It is imposed on him who will come to embrace the wound of the heart and be forever. Only then is the pain overshadowed.

And I know you'll ask; what if the next love is just as unsuccessful?

I answer that the efforts never end. They're always there to grab them and get back in the game.

The person who approaches you and is not the right one for you, just happens that he does not have the experience to manage you, does not have the appropriate strength of character, and certainly, is not good with himself.

All these are his shortcomings, and once he meets a character who has all this, he tries to absorb as much as he can to fill his gaps.

You make the mistake of loving such a person, and you end up emptying yourself while the other person was pulling the forces of your character.

People have so little power that every power they can find makes them feel safer.

So do what you can.

Learn that a clock keeps ticking without stopping, and you never know when it will end. You accept and fight to move forward regardless of the past, pain, and experiences.

These will always exist, and you will remember them, and as life progresses, more will be added.

You will get to the point to you feel 'wise', and you will narrate them to others to advise them in a similar situation, and that is because life and events repeat themselves.

What is changing are the people and ways to deal with it.

When you get to the point of describing the joy you felt when you came out of the 'phenomenal' pain of the experience, you will love that you skilled it all.

The blows will never cease to shine in aching harmonies. They will remind you that their light is the offering of hope for continuity, the coveted 'peace' that comes after a 'war'.