"Does she ever misses me?". He tried to imagine, glancing the glass of wine like it was a rugged crystal ball.
It's awfully tender to be missed. But deep down his throat, he hoped that she never missed him at all, like the lighter never remembers how long has the last cigarette been lit.
Because if she didn't missed him, not even a little bit, it meant that she never understood him at all. It meant that he had merely been an UFO on her sky, completely stained by falling stars.
It's awfully tender to be missed. But deep down his throat, he hoped that she never missed him at all, like the lighter never remembers how long has the last cigarette been lit.
Because if she didn't missed him, not even a little bit, it meant that she never understood him at all. It meant that he had merely been an UFO on her sky, completely stained by falling stars.
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passei só p t deixar um beijinho:-)
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