And if we talked about third opportunities we would be in the territory of cowards. Of the first broken hearts and of the romantics who have a weak heart.
We are among those who are blind and deaf. With a passion for beautiful letters and the way to leave you immortal without having you.
They have this rejection in relation to love that one would call adorable if it did not have the appearance of an injured deer. And their fingers tremble even when they hug you. They still have the void between the lungs and the heart. They still say they are fine.
If we were to write about the possible exiles, full of regrets and whims. We would be telling the many that love has left melancholic.
T.A.
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