"After a time, you would forget. First, you would forget his chin, and then his nose, and after a while, you would struggle to remember the exact color of his eyes, and one day you wake up and, pfft, he's gone: his voice, his smell, his face. He will have left you. And then you can begin again."
French Kiss.
Aún cuando no llego exáctamente a ese día... Los días han pasado, los sentimientos han pasado y por fin se han transformado. Y lentamente he empezado a volver a empezar.
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