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Promises


I had to pass trough her office before getting home.
I know she's there usually by the mornings.
Yet, I promised myself I'd kiss her if she was there.
She wasn't.

Those weird promises one makes.
Those neat fantasies.
They might have no impact on real life, they are unlikely to become true, yet, they put a smile on my face.

3 comments:

+Koike-Rado said...

How many times I told you?... Stop stalking!, That's not cool!

VíctorMireles said...

This ain't stalking!

Libia said...

Tsss... eso dicen todos!




Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)