15 julho 2013

Goodbyes

She said goodbye once again, as she closed the door behind her, and left for good. He did not move from where he was standing, neither did he say a word. He could feel her smell on his books, see her smile on the small mirror by the door and hear her voice singing by the kitchen table, but in the end all that there was, were mere memories of what had been. He had tried to speak, as she was walking for the door, just as he had tried when she said goodbye for the first time, but for all the words that he could think of, none were going to change her mind, and he knew that; and most importantly, she knew that too...
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