I know a girl, there is a loneliness permanent display outside laughing eyes. She was an employee at the old bookstore near my house.
... For me, I will join them, into the lonely embrace, warm compost!
1 Three months ago ...
I sat quietly beside the listening Du Forum, the piano keys jubilant dancing, finger glides, pursed my lips softly. Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out above, lost between a deep love song.
- Then we will be like?
I vaguely eyes glistened Du rippling water.
- I'm wrong a lot, right?
Du turned to face me, while exchanging glances I vaguely recognize a vast lake sadness, tears threatening to burst to the full. In our relationship, who is to blame?
People often blame a third person to the next in a squeeze between the three. But do not blame my Du. I pity more than blame. Also from the determination of feelings for me, I spent many hours inside a corner quietly, slowly, watching every little drop of strong black coffee down, like slices of hard feelings floating shape. The third one is just a latecomer does not mean that the cause of sin. I love Du. We recognize that in each other's eyes, the touch of the hand, in the warm smile.
- It was dark so fast!
Du forget the sadness, secretly poured a sharp sigh, anxious to look out the window. I quietly got up, held briefly in the cape jacket over my shoulder, a smile curved into sharp laughing.
- I'm going to eat something Mine!
We go hand in hand together, walking hand in hand together, knit top ten fingers tightly together. Just like walking, feeling secure peace and calm as could be. I took a little time quietly cleared his heart, pull your head leaning Du surround his chest.
- Travel, I love you, you know?
Du did not answer, nor nodding or shaking her head, she gently moving interlocked fingers in my hand, squeezed. The space inside me calm vợi peace, love as a deposition area, fanciful, that I even know that I was misled can not floundered out there. Is because I do not want to get out, do not want to spiral out of love with Du.
- But this hand, just how this fits?
Du elevated my fist, my ring finger a silver ring cage, cold, soulless, dim renders as empty space in my heart. Now, look at the face Du, it becomes painful, bitter cold.
Love is gone ... granted, there is not withdrawn?