domingo, 25 de enero de 2015

You put the laptop on your lap, you give the last sip of coffee and leave it on the table unconsciously while the typical American film of murders ends.
As every weekend, your mother scolds you for not leaving your room. Being a bookworm. Having no social life. So you open facebook in order to satisfy the desires of your mother somehow. You wish to got on huge heels, with perfect makeup and dining out in the most chic restaurant in the city seized the boy you love the most. But no, people do not realize that things are not so easy.

Lower down the slope chronology of the life of others. And you get depressed. You get depressed because, while they criticize you, you run to search for files in your computer where there are those videos and photos you both took. Because nobody has an idea of how much I miss you. How much I miss you taking my finger, putting your hands on my face and scratching it with your small nails. Because nobody imagines what I would give to hear you laughing or pursuing with your clumsy steps and throwing all to the floor. Hear how you try to repeat everything I say.

Because nobody imagines how the distance hurts... 

...And the time

...And the coffee grounds that your life leave around your house.

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