and now my mind just got officially confused...
i saw him again. he let me cry in his arms while he patted my back. kissed my hair.held my hands.
it's so simple, yet so complex.
the alternative to me seems this:
to relax.
no more hounding.
anyone.
At the Spanish Film Festival, Pelicula, I remarked to him that I like these European films because their stories don't always have a Hollywood fairy tale ending, but it all works out in the end.
Maybe just like mine. (But don't ask me what the ending is- I have no idea).
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