Never ThinkYou start to make me feel "happy" What does that mean? Is it limited to our mutual interest in a complete stranger?
I have forced feelings just thinking about it (a thought splendid and glorious).
The feeling of rejection and injustice.
I console myself with the idea that if I can not be with her, at least I can be with their things. I settle in velvet sofa, and watch the things you most appreciate in hopes of still being one of them.
Ten centimeters of silence between your hands and my hands
Both know the same type of loss.
We both feel guilty in a way.
After all, there is nostalgia ...
We try to read between the lines, between words and between letters maybe.
Both created characters, we make unrealistic portraits of each other. We ask questions whose appeal is that go unanswered ...
And what else? Nothing. No other person around us. We do not live anywhere. We have no age. We have no face. We make no distinction between day and night. We do not live in any era.
All we have are our tw