When I arrived home, he was already gone. No one came to the door, angry mewling, blaming me for going out without the permission of His Grace. 'Cause today I left without a mere goodbye, I just took the door and run to the station, and then run to the university.
And this is the first night he’s not going to sleep in his home. The first he's not here when I, actually, am. Where is he going to stay, I wonder... cold place, white naked paper walls, the powerful illness smell. And I’m not by your side, my Shine.
I so love him. I love him, all the unconditional love a human being is able to produce, and I’m feeling so terribly sad. Feeling so damned depressed seeing the corner of plastic white bag and thinking, unconsciously, oh there you are, just to be hit by the harsh reality you are not.
Two years and almost a half, I grew accustomed to your warm indifference. The way you look at me, those big green-blue eyes of you in my poor common browns, expectants, waiting for the tiniest sign to take advantage and trap you between my arms.
And, in the end, it was you who trapped me.
I would really be so thankful if you just don’t leave comments on this post.
