As things got tougher, the days we had spent beautifully seemed like precious gems in the necklace that time had gifted us. Optimism had dressed up in carnival attire and refused to take off the costume. It is a true story. Everything is real. How the life of a person you don't know illuminates the life of a person you think you know.

How many tears are hidden behind a laugh. Nights, trips, performances, applause, laughter, breaths, infidelities, doctors-saviors who appear out of nowhere on a journey that takes your breath away. Just like a melody right before it becomes the musical motif of the harshest scene!
Just like a rope suddenly becomes a noose.

Everything was truth and lies together.
A schizophrenic elevator of emotions.
Until that summer when only the truth remained staring you in the face. And she had already left.
Only her letters remained to speak of all the unspoken things of a lifetime.

And her dresses, which other women would now wear.

The battle with cancer is a battle with a beast you can't bluff. You have only one hope. That the beast will pity you and let you go.

A narrative in which his voice echoes in every line. A story that gives the harshest life lesson. The moment we all fear.
How will that moment be? I thought. The light turned green, I wiped my tears quickly, as I had been doing for a long time, and put on a smile, like a foreign garment.
For a long time, I felt like a statue, and because people were used to seeing me smile, I should not in any way alter my almost marble-like appearance, carved by another emotional side of me. The tears did not obey, however, and took a human stroll on my face, with a thousand precautions, so as not to be seen by the neighboring cars.

Lakis Lazopoulos becomes transparent, sharing the memories of a lifetime with a person he loved deeply and with us, retracing the chronicle of the cursed disease. With his hands, he digs into his soul for all the things he didn't say. For the admission and confession of the things he did and no one knew. For the life that constantly slips from our touch. For the mind's games. For love.
What is love?
Love is two horses pulling a cart together, making the cart run fast.
And what is love?

Love is when the horses are gone, and you have to carry the cart together, just the two of you.
So, we carried the cart together. Maybe she got tired, but now she sees me carrying our cart of love alone.