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our buildings were close enough for us to see each other, but too far away to be more than that. i liked to open my window at night, feel the warm air of the summer or the cold wind of an autumn night, and look for her apartment, trying to find some lights on. then i'd know she was there, or even just someone was there, and i'd feel a little less alone against the lack of stars in those skies above us.

we tried to talk using light and morse code. we used to comment stuff happening around. we used to give each other rides.
i'd sit by her side on the backseat of my car, everyday, when riding home from school. we tied our fingers together and i laid my head on her shoulder and tried not to fall asleep as the background rushed around us, time slipping from our hands.

we'd see in how many different places we could kiss. we'd stick together and try to match our different minds, tastes, lives. she'd write me notes and i'd tell her about my favourite philosophers in the middle of a boring class.

i would not be able to say that it was a cold winter, even if my sweaters and boots and scarves would tell you i'm lying, if all i could remember of it were the moments we had together. maybe my memories are shapped like her personality, warm and colorful, no matter how broken i was all along, how many pieces of my mind went missing in the beggining of the end.

our moments together were so sweet, and yet so easy to let go of. like watching the day turn into darkness, i was so used to the lack of light, prepared to be alone again. like saying goodbye to someone you love. i was sure i would see her again, as i knew the sun would rise, but we knew it would be different day.

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our buildings were close enough for us to see each other, but too far away to be more than that. i liked to open my window at night, feel the warm air of the summer or the cold wind of an autumn night, and look for her apartment, trying to find some lights on. then i'd know she was there, or even just someone was there, and i'd feel a little less alone against the lack of stars in those skies above us.

we tried to talk using light and morse code. we used to comment stuff happening around. we used to give each other rides.
i'd sit by her side on the backseat of my car, everyday, when riding home from school. we tied our fingers together and i laid my head on her shoulder and tried not to fall asleep as the background rushed around us, time slipping from our hands.

we'd see in how many different places we could kiss. we'd stick together and try to match our different minds, tastes, lives. she'd write me notes and i'd tell her about my favourite philosophers in the middle of a boring class.

i would not be able to say that it was a cold winter, even if my sweaters and boots and scarves would tell you i'm lying, if all i could remember of it were the moments we had together. maybe my memories are shapped like her personality, warm and colorful, no matter how broken i was all along, how many pieces of my mind went missing in the beggining of the end.

our moments together were so sweet, and yet so easy to let go of. like watching the day turn into darkness, i was so used to the lack of light, prepared to be alone again. like saying goodbye to someone you love. i was sure i would see her again, as i knew the sun would rise, but we knew it would be different day.