And just like that, in a spare moment, the hideous memory was suddenly and elegantly erased.
The best of all. With no company but ourselves. No Pink Floyd, no SodaStereo, no The Doors.
Not.
No distractions whatsoever.
Nothing hurt but your ego. And the sincere promise of making it up to me. Which I accepted reluctantly but gladly.
Scared as hell, scared of being part of another disappointment. Scared of you hurting me again with my consent and my absurd silence.
It was better than I ever imagined it could be. You were prepared. So was I.
And we finally got peace back, recovered balance. We made it happen.
We escaped at the escape.
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