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Echoes

I like to spend the hot hand on the pillow, because I know you've been with me all night. Waking up with your scent in the sheets and your soft hands touching my waist. The first rays of sun coming through the window will illuminate green eyes bright. You're looking at. I feel your breath beside me and your lips glued to my shoulder, receiving the first kiss of the day (or so I believe).
I know that every day that start well, are special. All day with butterflies in the stomach and an unforgettable smile. The ties that bind our hands will not melt in our mouths all the time and neglect to take advantage of the lowest found anywhere.
The best part is I know so well as you, that after that day will come another, and after that, another and another and another. Because even though sometimes we feel as much distance between your skin and mine, we know we walk the same way, using one set of signals that lead to the same end: us. I also know that when you finish walking, you'll be there waiting for me, as your eyes when a new day dawns.

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Days ...

You dedicate yourself to make a cylinder the role that you had pulled out of the water bottle. Sitting on the bed staring into your hands and my feet, listened to each of my steps between the closets and suitcases. I picked up everything I owned. After so long, everything was going to be a simple "goodbye", that was sure to resonate in that house for long. On the radio interference only heard about any song. The sound of the closing of the zipper on my bag last trip we awoke from the dream that seemed lost in chemical analysis at hand.
- Are you going now?
You seemed excited about it, I guess you did not think too much sentence. O yes.
I did not open his mouth. I pulled on my brown coat, picked up all the bags I could and left. He would never walk down that aisle in which a lamp is lit and extinguished continuously. Got in the car with a thousand tears. I knew some of the blame was mine, but was too proud to return.
After two laps around the block, my feet traveled this corridor in the opposite direction. The "sorry" he had in his hands fell. Now I understood that it was too late.