A thousand leaves
We were supposed to meet at the Byblos. Yep, the Iranian restaurant where we always wanted to go for brunch. Where I wrote her a craft letter on a nappe long like two meters.
But, it was closed.
Then we went at the Cafe de Montreal. I Remember well the first day of opening of this small cafe. She already was with him. I was so sad. Always too sad because of her.
So we sat. At the wrong place because I did not dare to propose to move. There was a guy on my right listening to us. I was here.
I said nice things I think. We exchanged presents. Always gifts. That's also a way to communicate. To say: I still think of you. I still have affection for you.
"This is the very last discussion that we have. I can't stand any longer to be close to you, without touching you. Without this hope that you finally still love me. I'm just too sad if you're not mine."
She did not say anything, except the fact that she was going to move with her man. I probably wanted to hear this. So we left.
She left on her bike. I smiled. Wished her good luck. Two drops of warm salted water on the cheek. Then I walked. Offered her Adrian Tomine's Sleepwalk.
But, it was closed.
Then we went at the Cafe de Montreal. I Remember well the first day of opening of this small cafe. She already was with him. I was so sad. Always too sad because of her.
So we sat. At the wrong place because I did not dare to propose to move. There was a guy on my right listening to us. I was here.
I said nice things I think. We exchanged presents. Always gifts. That's also a way to communicate. To say: I still think of you. I still have affection for you.
"This is the very last discussion that we have. I can't stand any longer to be close to you, without touching you. Without this hope that you finally still love me. I'm just too sad if you're not mine."
She did not say anything, except the fact that she was going to move with her man. I probably wanted to hear this. So we left.
She left on her bike. I smiled. Wished her good luck. Two drops of warm salted water on the cheek. Then I walked. Offered her Adrian Tomine's Sleepwalk.
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