The greater the story, the more bitter the end tastes like.

One night in London, months after the silence, words showed the consequences. Our silence too. The passion of a kiss, the bitterness of looking back. That familiar heartbeat, the undying connection and the undoubtable power of the feelings that are still there and put the outcome on ridiculous doubts. Everyone says “Oh what a romantic story, what a passionate love, they should write a book about the two of you, how you’ve met, the memories you made, your love can conquer all the obstacles”. But there are no obstacles, I believe people go where they feel safe. Not necessarily happy. The greater the story, the more bitter the end tastes.

pillow story

“There’s a battle between the love that’s still there and the inevitability that you both know it’s over”

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