luni, 18 decembrie 2017

Apple of my eye

He asked what am I afraid of so badly. To die alone? No. It's not that, I said. I know for sure that won't happen. Him, on the other hand, might, because he lives without love, just like you do. Then what am I afraid of? I closed my eyes and I saw what my eyes could no longer show me. Your face. I am afraid I will die and never see your face again.
Agnese Guido

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