You have put an end to your day and without wanting that, I have cried. The memories invaded me and I thought about this days, when you were again yourself. When you had not change, when you knew how to make the people who cried smile. I remembered of this true smile that you had, of this laugh that we loved. Then the bad memories arrived. I think about this day when you had talked to me coldly, this day when we were quarreling. It was maybe the last time when we talked. The last time that I saw you, you had changed. You had given up on me. When the rain was falling, I have thought of you and I have understood that you had given up on me a second time. Because of you… Had I changed too ?
L.M
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