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The night comes and the bed time arrives. Tonight I’ll go to bed early, tonight I won’t stay in long talks till three in the morning. Tonight my room will be dark; no light will shine once in a while with a word from you. Tonight I’ll just sleep. I miss you. I miss those long conversations in which we talk about everything and in which we found ourselves to be alike. I miss those moments when you said that you would be here stroking my cheek bone with your hands. I miss your word, I miss the presence that you made me feel when we talked… late… at night.

But I got to move on. I got to realize that those late night sessions of movies, that we so innocent pictured will never take place. That those images, of you and me lying on the bed won’t happen. Those touches, those kisses, those moments that we so thoroughly created for our amusement, and in which we found ourselves to complete each other. We were so perfect for each other. We suit each other… but you let it go. You were afraid and you still are. The old routines suit you more than I did and you found comfort on them. But one day you’ll be searching for those moments again, for those glimpses of love and caring, but you won’t be looking for them in me. And that waves me down to levels of sadness that I never felted. It tears me apart to know what we could be and now we won’t be. Fear is a terrible thing. It slips into our mind and make us weak and vulnerable to the comforts of our sorrows.

If what you told me was true then why aren’t we together? We had everything to be and now we are not. We the feeling was there, the intentions were there, at least you made me see that they were there… were they?

Tonight I’ll sleep, trying to get away from the dreams I once have. Tonight I’ll just try not to remember the moments of happiness I felt for having you there. Tonight I’ll try to focus on something else. Tonight I’ll just sleep… tonight I’ll just… breathe.

Broken Feather