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I walked through the dark corridor. I saw nothing, I heard nothing. Then, suddenly, there you were. You were my everything at that time, my torch, and nothing less, nothing more.
Feel it. Do you see the small hazel flames in my eyes? Those flames speaking because there is nothing left for my mouth to say.
I don't want to live this way. "You're a woman," you said to me that one summer afternoon when the sun was setting. We were lying in my bed and talking about the future. I did not want to marry you then either.