2.03.2018

The little moments [contd']

[Esta historia va traducida porque paso en otro idioma con lo bueno y lo malo de mis errores gramaticales]

We were drunk, and running through the small alleys of the town.
Her cheeks were red for all the wine we had.

I don't think she knew at that point how much infatuated i was. But maybe she felt the same way.

I liked our uncomfortable silences. They were thoughtful moments. And I took it all in.
We talked a lot, she laughed a lot, I gazed a lot. I was smitten.

We were connecting.

We were both leaving the next day and we really wanted to make it a night to remember.

But then it hit me, it hit me like a speeding train going through a tunnel.
She was engaged to some stupid doctor in stupid Germany.

Suddenly,  I wanted to have my own bedroom at the B&B, and wallow in my misery.
Our uncomfortable silences, became echo, and wind against our faces.


[To be continued]

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