DATE: 18/03/2021
Sometimes I find myself thinking about you: about the way you do stupid things, the way you dance, the way you talk, the way you laugh and the way you wrinkle your eyes when you smile. And suddenly, I notice how my lips are smiling, my heart is blooming and my whole body begins getting warmer. That's the moment when I wish I could just hug you and lay in your arms while cuddeling. But then I realise that you're not there, that I'm just sitting somewhere alone and that all is just a product of my imagination. And although I was somehow aware of this, it still hurts. The only thing that remains then is my hope, hope that it may happen one day.
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A Writer's Notebook / Collection of Short Stories
Historia Corta🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mun...
