On the weekend, Laura and I couldn’t accept the idea of us at a distance, we went through a hard time only talking about it. How we both are going to handle it. We knew that someday a thing like that might happen but not really to this point, this long period, a month that will keep our souls connected but our bodies separated. I already imagined myself in a grave, different than hers, suffering this unseen pain.
Tuesday 13 June, I remember, at seven in the morning, I took Laura to the airport, her eyes were red like a wine due to excessive crying, I couldn’t press enough on my heart, until when it all exploded. I dried my eyes from tears as I was driving and tried very hard to focus on the road.
Once we got to the airport, she laid her head on my chest, crying more than ever, and I had nothing to do in return but hold her in my arms tight, wishing to not let her go.
-“ come, you don’t want to miss the flight” I said clearing my throat.
-“I don’t want to go, please” she begged
-“ it’s done already my dear, your family is waiting for you”
We went inside the building and our hands attached completely like a tree branch, hard to separate. As she put her luggage in the checking machine, she knelt down and cried. I knelt to her and held her hands together and kissed them then her head, and at the last moment, we hugged leaving our spirits to one another.
-“ come on miss” said the officer “time’s up”.
As she walked through, I felt a pressure on my heart, I wish this day never came at all, only death I could accept to set us in different places.
-“Laura” I cried aloud.
-“ I love you” she responded.
I stayed in the car for a while, unable to drive with that emotional breakdown. As the sun rose, I thought of how much Laura loved those sunrise and sunset moments we never missed. How possible to not think about her when everything around reminded me of her.
When I arrived home, every furniture made me think, we even had books we read on tables, and on the couch, our pictures on the bedroom’s wall, our memories registered in my heart. We were a complete piece of puzzle, a lovely poem, an honest love declaration kept on an official paper, that is my friend what we call love, not only our lover being with us, but also feeling their absence when away from us.
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Ficção Geral"I might have lived a few moments with Laura, exchanged feelings with her, but only one side of her life could take her away from me. How could they treat you that way Laura, we were the most active couple, how could they destroy us Laura, we were t...
