Because he was deep in thought as he looked into my eyes, the fourth year we met again.
And because I was deep in thought too.
And because just looking wasn't enough.
Her eyes had always been that special place he went home to.
Sad, tired, angry. He just looked into her eyes, the muddy brown colours of the bark of trees. And he would feel at home.
And he realized it was the same feeling he had so many years ago.
It was the same pair of eyes.
She was the same girl.
And her cologne guy, was the guy she fell so desperately for.
Coming home had never felt more nostalgic for him.
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dal segno.
Kurzgeschichten/dal se·gno [dahl seyn-yoh; Italian dahl se-nyaw] -noun go back to the sign marking the beginning of a repeat./ In which they repeat a story they might have forgotten. And in which they realize how much they wanted their story back. /sequel to Be...
