Sometimes they say that time makes things better. Apparently, that didn't apply to me and Lisa. We barely saw each other. The few times our bodies were connected were at night when our arms and legs were tangled. There were no words, only the beating of our hearts communicating and that was enough for us. It was perhaps the last solution to find this harmony within our couple, it was our last light. <br><br> The whistle of the wind passing through the half-opening of the bedroom window was a kind of melody that accompanied the rhythm of our hearts. The sound of the bugs was taking us to another place. Like the time we were in Thailand, at Lisa's parents' house. I still remember that magic garden with the different kinds of plantings her mother had done. I loved the flowers they put in our bedroom, daisies were my favorite. The nostalgia of tasting typical Thai dishes and our night walks in the neighborhood overwhelms me. <br><br><br>I miss those times.
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