domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008
"It really is lovely" he said with a sad tone in his voice.
"Thanks" she replied, "It was my mother´s”.
Her tone seemed to be casual and relaxed but it bore a deep reservoir of feelings; a sprinkle of pitty diluted in affection.
Although her voice didn´t show it, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He smiled as he felt something tearing inside him.
He turned around, let the smile wash off of his face and started walking; the heaviness in his chest was normal. He decided, this time, not to concern himself with the idea that it might never disapear.