We had never talked again about it all that night. This was neither our choice nor fate. Is that all? About me? About you? About all our days and nights? We were next to the window. Looking to some cars passing through the street miles away, watching the different style shoes and steps walking further… I am the wrong one for you.” So am I!” Loving is not everything, we need much more than feelings. I tried to tell him slowly, he told me his story slowly, we lived really slowly that night…...
The Micro Love
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