I wake up. Look around and I have the feeling that everything has been a dream. Did it really happen? In the end I haven't slept much the last days so maybe my perception of reality is a bit blurred, besides that, the room is the same, everything is in its place and there's no trace of you...
But dreams don't hurt. If it's been a bad one you wake up and you're glad that it's been only that, a bad dream. Definitely this has been real.
My mobile and my camera confirm it. There are messages and a picture of us, suddenly the feeling of loss grows.
How did we end up like this? It was only a kiss. I guess I should have been aware from the beginning that you were leaving soon, maybe restrain myself but... which is the point of being alive if we don't make the most of it? Now I just have memories. Memories and a wish. The wish that you were here.
Life goes on and better days will come. I've been here before and already know the play, but it's the second hard goodbye in less than a month, and it's getting harder. Probably all I need is time, but as the song says: "Lo bueno de los años es que curan heridas, lo malo de los besos es que crean adicción".
I'll never forget you.
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