Κυριακή 4 Σεπτεμβρίου 2011

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She missed him a lot. They way they used to kiss, the long hours of talking and walking around, the walks for windowshopping ... all these things were missing . They were lost. She used to wonder about the time that both of them would become again true partners. She missed him a lot and couldnt say a word about it. She wasn't sure whether he was thinking tha same thing. so she didn't say a word about it.
Day after day. the distance increased and neither her or him were capable of coming closer to each other. As if noone had the strength anymore that was required to recover from this apathy and re-discover their true love and romance.
It was so difficult for her to re-discover the sexy side of herself and give herself into him again.
He seemed so weak and not able to understand this and give to her the missing passion, the flame that once existed.
"It takes two to tango, my friend. See you in another life" she said while closing the door behind her. It was late midnight when they decided to speak and admit all their hidden thoughts.
Goodnight my big love. Take care of yourself.

Παρασκευή 2 Σεπτεμβρίου 2011

Μια αναπάντεχη συνάντηση που προέκυψε έπειτα απο μια τυχαία σκέψη. Μάλλον τελικά υπάρχει εκεί πανω ψηλά, κάποιος που ξέρει και μαθαίνει τα πάντα και που κινεί τις καταστάσεις και εμάς σαν μαριονέτες.

" Nice talking to you ", του είπε και εκείνος κόλλησε. Δεν έβγαλε λέξη γιατι δεν το περίμενε αυτό. Τον είχε σκεφτεί πριν λίγες μέρες όταν απλά χάζευε παλιές κάρτ ποστάλ απο τότε. Τα όσα είχαν ζήσει μέσα σε λίγες ημέρες δεν θα τα ζούσαν για χρόνια μετά. Πρώτος έρωτας, αγαπημένος και τρυφερός. Τώρα πια, πολυ μακρια.
Τι καλοκαίρι και εκείνο ...

Καληνύχτα και ευχαριστώ που με άκουσες.