Tuesday, April 08, 2008.
He watched his old frame wobbling on feet as he stared out once again into the distance, perhaps thinking of that day when they had frolicked on the beach of Santorini or the visit to Xinjiang. He didn't want that to happen to his sweetheart.
"Goodbye, my dear," his gravelly voice spoke quietly.
"Goodnight, my love." She kissed him on the cheek and he closed his eyes softly upon the soft touch on his face.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
She never did.
Its so sad that we dont talk or say goodbye no more.I wished I was blind, darkness would be a nice change sometimes.No, more like I wish I am 36 now with a gorgeous husband, living in Xinjiang/Santorini/Tuscany with a 11 and 9 year old son and a 8 year old daughter. And maybe with a pair of twins at age 5. That'll be great. Better than what I have, cause our love is just a lie.
3:27 AM
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