I saw her from a distance - dancing, singing along, laughing, having the time of her life.
The thing is, I am not the reason of why those eyes look so alive; at least, not anymore.
For the nth time I ask myself, should I really enter her life once again? Will I make her happy, or will I just mess up her feelings?
I don't really know what to do anymore to be honest.
I will always have this urge to hug you and kiss your cheek every time I see you, Isabel. I would gladly want to ask you how your day went or if you were tired from training. I would want to take you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner or anytime you would have your usual pabebe moments where you would crave the weirdest things.
Oh, how I wish I could do those things for you. How I wish we could lead each other back home - home in each other's arms. It has been three years since our last real conversation, and if I had a chance to confront you once again, I would love to tell you how much I have missed you.
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Fragmented (A ThirBea Story)
Short Story'we kept crossing paths, near misses and almosts, when all i ever wanted was for us to collide'
