and she spent the day in his white cappatoio watching
the magnificant Audrey Hepburn falling in love with complete
strangers over the fragment of a minute...
..that too is a choice...
but how is it that on the screen there is hardly ever a shade of doubt
noone ever thinks back or hesitates
she felt sure in the fluffy whitness covering her but loneliness
crept up and memories moved accross her mind like dark shadows
on the shiny snow as she filled the vibrating screen with messages of love
accumulated over the years.
She realized that the 7months of silence was really only about one month long,
and was her silence, her unwillingness to talk to, to listen to
but his messages crept through the walls of her heart
and made her extremely angry
with herself.
how do you ever get over betraying your heart?
how do you ever forgive moments you never should have enjoyed?
how can you ever be sure what is it that your heart tells?
how do you know those moments were not simply your last desperate
attempt to break free from a love that will change the rest of your life?
she looked up. he was not there. she hugged the bathrobe and thought
about how sthuuuupid it was to ask all these questions
instead of simply moving onto enjoying the life that chose her.
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