Even Now

“My only wish is to tell everyone that I love them”, said, a 10-year-old girl, to me one day. “But, I don’t know if I’ll have the time to find them.” she added. “Don’t worry!”, I told her, “Don’t you worry, if you love yourself every day, everyone will feel it, everyone will see it, in the sky, in the sea, on the water. Everything will be you. Everything will be love.” She smiled a delightful smile and looked at the sun. She blew me a kiss and went off to play with some other noisy kids in the abandoned, almost green, park. I can still smell her longing for life. She never told me her name, but I know her very well. I call her, even now – after twenty-nine years: Innocence.