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Where is my damn romance?
Category: Writing and Poetry
The question returns like an echo that never learns, like a series I keep watching knowing I am not the one in it. I see it passing by in shop windows, in couples holding hands, in borrowed scenes I pretend not to want. I was never a hallway love, nor a classroom one, nor promises written in notebooks. Maybe they’re saving one for me, a late one, an office kind of love, full of long looks and well... » Continue Reading