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    It was so cozy , we used to have a reunion every time we needed to discuss any matter .
That day he had a different allure , a different gaze , a different issue , He was full of himself and I knew that I would never convince him .
A blue atmosphere filled in the room , these candles were able to comfort me because I was scared of being in darkness besides him , our cat was traveling the whole room coming to our feet .

Every time I try to talk , another sip of my coffee attracts my lips , another breath of my cigarette attracts my lungs , another fear stops me .

He glared me , waiting for more than my silence ...
But we were used to speak silence when we had no power to talk , why can't he understand me ?

Today everything was different , totally different , that book between his hand didn't take his sights from me , today he admired me , admired my outfits , my hair , even my slippers ...

It was like he was discovering me step by step ...

Silence couldn't leave us ... Let me be honest , I didn't want to ruin our moments , it has been a lot since I had feelings for his sights, those gloomy eyes were able to send me a beautiful electric shock like teenagers in their first step of love.

He closed his book , holding his cup up reaching his lips , a drip decided to go down his down lip so with his middle finger he wiped , I was totally taken by the way he uses his fingers , it was art , those long fingers were able to sit fire every time they touch me ... I envied his everything , because they were too close to his fingers and his heart ...

He never took care of something without loving it ..his heart was too huge to contain every stuff he loved or even liked ...

Even me , I envy myself , He had me in him , my body, my soul, my mind and my heart , he was able to take care of my 4 parts better than me .. feeding my soul with his music , my heart with his love , my mind with his books and my body with his bed ...

My half was a detective , a stronger man , talented and interesting creature .

He loved to play piano adding some tunes and life for every song he plays ... besides his voice made every instrumental more attractive than before and sometimes better than the original .
A detective who lived with corpses more than alive people , and who is able to deal with silence better than words, with evidence better than information ...

A writer who loved to tell everyone how to deal with problems before reaching the level of crimes or suicides...

My love was the one and only ...

"When will I even talk......" I told myself looking into his eyes ....

He was distracting me even more than before , he was scary in a very glamorous way ..

I already completed 2 cigarettes without telling a word , our coffee were getting cold and our reunion should be over in 15 minutes since everyone have to go to sleep ...

-You can talk .

He stopped you from thinking about how starting that conversation ...

He defiantly understood your fear and he knew how to save you ...
You both closed your books at the same time , looking into each other's eyes ...
You took a deep breath saying : ....