We sit facing each other. It is one of the last evenings you can drink a beer out in the open air. September. The table resembles those using camp sites. A single long piece of wood with benches attached. I do not know if we've already ordered or not. Probably. I do not remember. He looked a bit 'absent almost sad. I ask him what's wrong '.
"I left with the girl," he says, straight off, without thinking.
is that my body is divided. On the one hand I am happy. The other wants him too well to see him suffer. And then I try to understand.
"Why?" I ask curiously.
"He says he does not return his love, or at least not as he would like and prefers to cut her "
swallow. Are increasingly divided, and then continue to take time.
"I'd say I'm sorry but you can be sorry for something you already knew?"
He smiles. It worked.
"I'm sorry. I wanted her. A lot. But I'm in love with another hour "
I, who at that time not even looking at him, I stop. My heart stops. I do not want to reveal anything of what is happening inside me and then do the vague:
"It seemed strange for me to leave the old love so easily. Without having the certainty of the new. So what is that face very sad? "
He stares at me. One could say that is almost imperceptibly trembling. Feel just as a breath of the air caresses your face. I look him straight in the eyes, I forgot everything else. There are only two of us in those two seconds, which could have been last minute, if he had not broken the silence whispering just:
"Because I love you"
I looked down and throw my juice, now finished, in the garbage. It's Monday. I'm at home, in the kitchen and if I do the exam on Friday, a move not exceed it.
"I left with the girl," he says, straight off, without thinking.
is that my body is divided. On the one hand I am happy. The other wants him too well to see him suffer. And then I try to understand.
"Why?" I ask curiously.
"He says he does not return his love, or at least not as he would like and prefers to cut her "
swallow. Are increasingly divided, and then continue to take time.
"I'd say I'm sorry but you can be sorry for something you already knew?"
He smiles. It worked.
"I'm sorry. I wanted her. A lot. But I'm in love with another hour "
I, who at that time not even looking at him, I stop. My heart stops. I do not want to reveal anything of what is happening inside me and then do the vague:
"It seemed strange for me to leave the old love so easily. Without having the certainty of the new. So what is that face very sad? "
He stares at me. One could say that is almost imperceptibly trembling. Feel just as a breath of the air caresses your face. I look him straight in the eyes, I forgot everything else. There are only two of us in those two seconds, which could have been last minute, if he had not broken the silence whispering just:
"Because I love you"
I looked down and throw my juice, now finished, in the garbage. It's Monday. I'm at home, in the kitchen and if I do the exam on Friday, a move not exceed it.
I only have time to dream of a fruit juice.
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