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Alberto

I stopped for a moment. I am very sorry, Alberto. I have never wanted to break your heart. I used to be in love with you. Now? I want to walk away. I lit up a cigar. It is easier not to think of you and past, now. Quite a few things, actually; we were in Milano, we were walking on wet pavements with the smell of renaissance with italian language at a rainy night. I can’t stop regretting myself, I had loved you long enough, I refuse to feel guilty, love is love, it had started in Milano and...

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Leaving Love Hurts

By Hülya Uçar

In NANO & SHORT STORIES

The adventure ended. The best thing is to forget everything. A new winter, a new summer, a new evening… There was no dark-skinned stories nor very slowly old cars… You may pass under the old ladder, you may see the old black cat, you may also tell the old stories. I don’t care about you. Even you pass all the streets flying, even you call me at the top of the skyscrapers, even you overtake me from unwritten stories… I don’t care about you. Now, I’ve forgotten you as you want me to forget...

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