They looked at each other every moment…
When he watched her dance out of the corner of his eye…
When she danced for him to see her…
They didn’t need big caresses, only those in which their skin was impregnated with the smell of the other…
The saddest thing was that they both knew they were happier before…
When they didn’t know when it was time to leave.
So the day they both said goodbye to each other….
They promised each other that they would never say hello again….
She’s back to dancing for him….
He’s back to looking at her out of the corner of his eye….
Happy?
You ask me this question when I still have the scar…
When I still have a smile when I remember how sweet any of your corners were…
When, on those nights when the goblins visit me, I only longed not to wake up to continue feeling you by my side…
Happy?
I met you…
I smiled at you…
I caressed you…
I was happy, yes, I was, after all I dared, and even if I’m paying the price today…
You know?
I would never stop trying to be happy again.
Stay there…
On the edge of sleep…
In the witching hours…
When reality…
Is but an instant…
And fantasy puts me to sleep…
Stay there…
At the edge of my life…
So that I can believe…
That nothing is imagined…
And everything is real…
Stay there…
Inside my dream…
That I will beg the universe…
Not to wake me up.
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