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As my dried cracked lips search for you in the gloomy emptiness of the night, I wonder where you are gone to, lying here, right next to me and miles away. The sweaty sheets bear witness to everything that could have been but was rudely interrupted by somebody else’s memories gushing into my life.
I, of that time, no longer am. And yet on that night she felt so close. I felt like she once did: small, fragile, insecure, tired of guessing… And yet, unlike her, I felt exceptionally strong in my knowledge that she persevered. And now I could too. So I shut my eyes against the chill of an empty heart and told her that I knew she would be ok. The night dragged on.
“The sound of your tears is the sound of the pain I caused to my most beloved being. I can’t bear them.”
I, of that time, no longer am. And yet on that night she felt so close. I felt like she once did: small, fragile, insecure, tired of guessing… And yet, unlike her, I felt exceptionally strong in my knowledge that she persevered. And now I could too. So I shut my eyes against the chill of an empty heart and told her that I knew she would be ok. The night dragged on.
“The sound of your tears is the sound of the pain I caused to my most beloved being. I can’t bear them.”