"Will we ever lose contact?" I asked him, upon listening to him talking about his ex.
"When one of us dies, we will for sure..," he said, "but that's not what you're asking."
I could feel a pause before he continued, "I have no answer to your question. Do you?"
"I don't either, but that's the beauty of life, isnt it?" I smiled, trying to grasp this new feeling: that someone could at the same time feel both so helpless but also hopeful..
"I could tell you one thing for sure, though. I hope that we can meet really soon."
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"Moi aussie."
2 punches:
sweet :)
thank you, putu. :)
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