41...

41 already...
Time flies so fast.
April started and is almost finished.
And it has already been quite hot...
And it has already been windy...

I know summer is coming and spring has come and gone so quick...
But I still don't know if I am ready for this summer...
I'll have to,
No matter what happens.

Still it feels weird that everything is coming back to me again,
For the second time.
Are you coming to get me again?
Are you coming to remember me once more?
I know I have to remember,
To move forward.
But remembering is hard,
When all you want is to stop remembering and let go.