LilianAngel

She never mentioned it. She gathered I would speak when I so wished to. When I felt ready. And I eventually did. After a few months of silence, in a beautiful and sunny afternoon, in a coffee shop, I told her everything. What I had been thinking, how I felt, what I wanted, what I did, what I wished I had said...how I gradually slept less, how I didn't cry (as I so often did, when tricked by love) and how I, inevitably, was still hurting. I still didn't cry, but in the midst of all my sadness and uncertainty, I smiled at her. And the only answer I got were her tears. She was crying for my sake. For the simple reason that I couldn't allow

That's why I love train rides. There's something about the quiet and calmness of the scenery passing the window that always brings a sense of tranquility to my mind. Today I remembered a particular one I did some years ago, when I was still in university. There I was, siting beside the window as usual, with a book opened in my lap, when an old lady who was passing by asked me: "Is this seat taken?" "No, it isn't." I answered with a small smile. She returned the gesture and said "Thank you." I smiled once again and finally returned to my book. For the next twenty minutes the old lady kept sneaking glances at my book and when I finally