I want to sleep, but my heart refuses.

I need rest, no, no, my heart says.

What's wrong this time?

Oh, my wretched heart.

Nothing.

My mind intervenes, laughing.

Then it says:

Go back in time.

Yes, that year when you looked at her.

At the wedding, you were the guest and she was the bride.

The image appears before me, with her smile.

Are you happy, my heart?

Now there's no sleep, no rest.

And the memories return.

The misery continues.