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“The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days” – Voltaire
Sabrina could only feel how he felt only by the looks he gave her. Those blue, small eyes could change form, shape and colour not only by light`s intensity but by every thought that crossed his mind. And they were so many, she knew. She sensed she was facing a mighty character waiting to be shown a new way of approaching life`s elementary things. She could see how he wondered what was in her head, what was keeping her quiet and when he lifted his left eyebrow, the situation question was so obvious that would leave him defenseless and open, and how she enjoyed that feeling.
Maybe she did it all wrong. Maybe she was determined in having a good time that she did not take importance in the fact that she, most likely, mislead the question marks. She did not find him her happiness nor thought of him as the center of her little universe but found happiness in her courage of being with him and once again, she was the center of her universe. This little selfish girl was constantly increasing new passions in those white-greened sheets, and how she cherished the moment.
In time, Sabrina set aside her likes and dislikes and parted ideas and options making herself rational again. She could not tell me if it hurt, what hurt? How can something that was so inert could hurt she tried explaining it to me, but it really didn’t make sense, and how it hurt me not hurting her. I think it was just a bitter end for everyone. Lately, Sabrina could read what he was letting everyone read, revealing himself little by little, piece by piece. She read and understood how he burns to be loved, this soul of a lion so powerful, unique and fragile at heart, always stood in front of her not wishing letting her know this then, and how she could have loved him.
People and situation are real. Names changed. I personally would like to add more, but what`s the use? Let`s silencely await the phone call.
