Sex/Life 39

Had my tears, had my goodbye. Had my hugs and a nice breakfast. Had my “morning bread.” Twice.

We showered together. We cried together. We kissed countless times. Then waved our hands from a distance. We were only a few meters away one from the other, but separated already by the thousands of kilometers those glass walls and metal detectors represented.

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