We walked slowly on a straight path to his warehouse. I could feel the icy cold grass brushing my feet. Near the pavement he would reach for a beautiful white flower (Calachuchi) and hand it to me. My man, so full of simplicity, and such small sweet things I’m content with. I thought, “I would miss this place when he’s gone.” I would miss our laughter and “violence” together; I would miss the Calachuchi times; and I would definitely miss the girl that I am when I’m with him.
How can I not need him? I have learned to live my life beside him now. Without him, I’m back to my doom. He was the only one who stayed, even if I bored him, even if I’m lame, even if we’re so much the opposite. This is the kind of person who gained my trust just by being the man that he is; the kind of person worth holding on to. So just tell me how am I supposed to begin my days without him?
He held my hand slowly and looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I could feel my heart beating fast. Just looking at those eyes, I feel warmth. Just feeling his touch, I feel security. My man, so tender and loving, I could stay this way forever. I thought, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have the power to stop the hands of time.” I miss him when we’re together, how much more later?
How can I not cry? I’m overwhelmed with so much happiness being together with a guy who’s beautiful inside and out. All those times I waited, and after a few passers-by, he came. And he’s finally here. I never thought it would be him, but I couldn’t ask for anyone else. How can I not cry? When he leaves and we’re apart I would miss him. I would miss the way he would caress my hair, touch my lips and hold me in his arms. I would miss hearing his loud voice, his humming (like the way he always would), his trying-hard-cooking (how sexy of a man who can cook), his cheers (when I’m in no good mood)… You see, I would miss everything we did and had together. So please, tell me, how do I start driving this road alone?
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