hagumpi
`What am I doing? How will I survive in this desert? Will I get into the school that I applied for? How will I get back to her? Back to her touch, her smell, her voice? Will I ever be able to say goodbye? Or will they find my bones in 50 years and wonder who I was?` The man`s vision became blurry, his breath shallow, he could feel his hands like paper, it was like falling into nothingness.....
Your skin touching my skin, the sheets that are rolling in between us, the movement of our bodies, your lips touching my lips, the muscles contracting, my breath goes faster, but not as fast as yours, my hair gets caught underneath the pillow, your sudden laughter, more kisses, you bite me, ouch Sometimes I forget, I always felt safe and sound in your arms,
End. Fin. Sfarsit. In any language the end is the end. `But seriously what happens after?` The little girl couldn`t understand that the end is actually the point of no return as her mother was telling her. She knew in her fresh mind that things can`t possible just `end`. That day she set up a goal in her mind: to prove to everybody that the end doesn`t exist.
'Dont cry, dont even think to cry. Crying is weak'. I have heard that all my life, until now. I have the power. I say yes, I say no. I decide when I let my emotions go free.
He just looked at me. He knew that nothing will be the same. A tear fell on his cheek.
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