He asked: 'Will you miss me when I'm gone?'She nodded, with a shy 'Mhm' and kissed him passionately just to stop him looking into her eyes. Afraid he'll look into her soul that was the smallest of sizes. So small,it was unable to recognize the moment and experience it. It fed on memories. That is how she loved, on the surface and lived on reflecting, re-reading the yesterdays. No other way was known to her.
She was marry every morning. It made no difference to her whether she woke alone or not alone. Perfectly painted her nails red while drinking her morning coffee. She was happy with what she's got. When knowing wasn't what she imagined she'd leap into her world of magic. She stood up and went on to with her day, alone, with him. That is the way she liked to do things, by herself.
She liked his warmth, she wasn't cold. She told him all the things he wanted to hear and believed everything he tells her. He wasn't afraid of talking about future and all the great things that he wanted to do with her. She loves that about him.
He loves her the only way he knows how to. He doesn't understand her. He can't hear her. She is screaming.
He is still gone. She is whispering: 'I will miss you.'
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