The things are not so easy as I thought. Maybe the reason I cannot sleep at night is because I try to find you desperately. It is a different place, but the feelings are the same. Maybe it is worse this time because I had not time to feel you enough.
When we were kissing our souls I lost you again… and again. I had just touched you when you went alone far away from me.
You love to play with me but you always put me away in jail, like the criminal I am. Why were you the whole night pussyfooting me? Don’t you remember? I didn’t have ink in my pen. I broke all the letters I wrote because without ink the letters are nothing, only white paper, only white napkins in the same coffee shop every day.
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