Because I accepted this coffee if I told you that time did not happen and for me is exceeded. If you're a friend who stayed after so many stolen kisses without obligation. And I see you sitting there, the years do not you wrong, and you told me that to me either.
The hours pass and chatter, as usual, does not decay, we passed so many good and other things. But I found love and keep it, you will never find it. Our agreement was married at thirty if not were, and I found it much earlier. You tell me about your children and your divorce, that nothing of what you took her achievement you'll stay beside him. The others were not, in your career, all I did it and you proud.
It was time to say goodbye, and I steal a kiss like when we were teenagers. And of course, recognize that taught me how to kiss, but now does not make me feel anything despite still being the best, I think I could read in my eyes because I see you sadder than when I came to this meeting. For the first time, I regret having said yes, and I promise not to see you until you can return your smile.
YOU ARE READING
TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES
HorrorShort and not so short stories, where science can not explain the places, the facts, or the characters, whose so magical, so real, and with such complicated feelings. Terror, love, pain, anxiety, are present in each story and are living with each.
