17:47
London
UK
He was struggling to finish the few last things left; some bills, cleaning and finally packing.
She was in the upstairs room, lying in bed, listening to her music player.
After a while he quietly knocked the door, entered the bedroom and sat down next to her.
They didn’t talk.
They were just looking at each other’s eyes, seeing all those things which left unsaid.
They were both in bed, hugging for a few minutes.
It actually lasted more than that.
He tried to say something.
About the way he was feeling, or perhaps to relief her thoughts.
But she shut him up with her inside of her hand, saying to him that silence sometime is better.
He never thought that he might be in love, until this very last moment.
That was when he realised that it wasn’t just a fling.
It’s been so long though.
And the silence was still on until she finally said… ’Please don’t leave me’
12.45
Cyprus.
Day one
πρασινη νεραιδα said,
June 19, 2009 @ 7:26 pm
αμηχανες σιωπες, αμηχανα βλεμματα.
προσπαθω να τα αποφευγω..
Liberated Boy said,
June 20, 2009 @ 1:43 am
Ναι αλλά πολλές φορές, η σιωπή λέει περισσότερα…
flegomenos said,
June 20, 2009 @ 12:22 am
τίποτα δεν πάει χαμένο.
Τίποτα δεν σε αφήνει.
Τίποτα ρε μικρέ.
όΙ ΆΡΕΣΕΝ μου το κειμενάκι.
Και εγω πρόσφατα σιωπώ πολλά.
Διότι μετά την κραυγή είναι η σιωπή.
Liberated Boy said,
June 20, 2009 @ 1:45 am
Τίποτα δεν πάει χαμένο όσο υπάρχει θέληση και υπομονή..
Τίποτα δεν μας αφήνει όσο υπάρχει κάτι να σε δένει..
Συμφωνώ στο τελευταίο σου..