A short story
Last December air was so cold, so I get back into bed and lay next to her, try to warm my body with her body
Been in bed with you is when I was most happy.
When you left for work in the morning, I get separation anxiety. When you were beside me, you always calm me down just with your presence.
You hear me out on all my worries, and You help me make sense of everything
My God, last year in December, was very different.
I cooked you the dinner for Christmas and open a great bottle of Wine, and we eat the Pudding and make the coffee we were smiling, and we were happy.
I don’t want to grow old. I don’t wish to reach 80 years old. I don’t see the point anymore.
When last night I meet one of my old lovers, I noticed she was glad to see me. I just smiled and walk away, and your face comes out on my mind.
I’m not the kind of man who tends to socialize when it is down or miss someone, so I just went home after a glass of wine with a close friend. At four of the morning, I found myself watching your pictures and thinking that I still love you like yesterday and like always from the day I meet you.
“Everything will be going to fade,” people still saying to me, but I’m not sure they are correct, and they know exactly how I feel.
Say “I love you; I love you; I love you; I love you” make either no more sense.
The power of love is a curious thing. Some man reacts weeping, and some sing all the time.
I don’t’ need a full credit card to ride this train full of love. It’s a beautiful trip. Sometimes you feel happy, sometimes sad and you could find yourself mad at some point.
You want to jump down; you hold strong your hands in this feeling, and you know you could be hurt. But you still running.
When finally, everything is cruel, you want to die. You start to think about the next step, and you don’t’ have the straight to do another step.
You wish to grow old with her at one point. You don’t want to grow anymore. You want to stop everything, and you put the limit of your life. Start to wish, don’t become too old. Definitely, you aren’t be programmed to be old one day, and as soon you realize that, you will smile again.
A short story in the middle of my mind…
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