GIRLFRIENDS

Actually, I don’t even know if I remember how it feels to be in love. Have I ever been in love? I dare to say. I remember excitement, my mind focused on a person unable to handle any other thought of use. What was that feeling, hyperbolically intense, I sometimes encourage myself to remember? Her friend looked at her with an intention of smile in her face and the thought of considering cancelling the next round that was probably not that close of being done and delivered. The venue was packed not one more barfly could fit, yet, they both felt there was only them as they always do when they seat by the corner of that bar that has seen them grow closer together. Unfolding world’s mysteries one sip at the time. Reassuring each other through the game of adulthood. Two young girls at heart, looking into each others eyes with the silent message “we have, never the least, got this far”

Girlfriends. Short-story from “12 o’clock-tales” (The red table & A scared black cat, book adventure)

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