You think about the beginning. About the way you used to look at her, as if she were magic. She fascinated you from the moment you lay your eyes on her. After your first conversation you decided she was a beautiful mystery that you just had to solve. You were going to stop at nothing to make her yours.
You opened your heart to her.
Not because you decided to do so, but because you couldn’t help it.
In fact, you couldn’t help it when you fell in love with her. It was almost impossible not to miss her when she was not around.
After all, she was the only one who could silence your demons.
And you had plenty of those.
But with her it was different. With her, you were different. Better. With her you were the one you always wanted to be.
“Where have you been all my life?” you once asked her. You stared her in the eyes and smiled and she smiled back, a bit scared by what you just said.
You told her that you’d like to hold her hand.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I could conquer the world… if only you’d hold my hand.”
She lay down her cup. She put it to the side of the table, then moved the ashtray next to it. Then she did the same with your cup. She put her hand on the table, palm up. And she said, “You’re brave, you know? To think that you can conquer the world with just one hand.”
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