Hi, introduce myself,
I am a person who in the last few months has filled a blank space in (maybe) his heart since you left a year ago.
A few times, he told me about you. While drinking a glass of wine, I saw his eyes sparkle. Yes, when talking about you.
Once, I saw his eyes glazed up, as if his head was turned back in the 'film' when you were beside him, again I saw the sparkle in his eyes.
A few times, I found his hands trembling softly;
I see from the surface of wine that sways and you know, at that time, he was talking about you. I ventured to look into his eyes, a clear and soft layer covering his eyes sparkling.
Do you know what paradox is happening? I hate seeing the sparkle of his eyes, the sparkle of his happiness. Because the source of it all remains you.
Although after that he hugged me tightly, and I saw the sparkle disappear slowly, as the story was finished about you.
For you, who made sparkle in his eyes... I knelt down, that person was not me ..
I am a person who in the last few months has filled a blank space in (maybe) his heart since you left a year ago.
A few times, he told me about you. While drinking a glass of wine, I saw his eyes sparkle. Yes, when talking about you.
Once, I saw his eyes glazed up, as if his head was turned back in the 'film' when you were beside him, again I saw the sparkle in his eyes.
A few times, I found his hands trembling softly;
I see from the surface of wine that sways and you know, at that time, he was talking about you. I ventured to look into his eyes, a clear and soft layer covering his eyes sparkling.
Do you know what paradox is happening? I hate seeing the sparkle of his eyes, the sparkle of his happiness. Because the source of it all remains you.
Although after that he hugged me tightly, and I saw the sparkle disappear slowly, as the story was finished about you.
For you, who made sparkle in his eyes... I knelt down, that person was not me ..
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