Tonight was a table on a balcony, the lights off except for a small black candle with apple scent, a smell that does not matter, because you lose the mistral.
was cheese, not strong enough to be still strong, a bit of bread and wine into the glasses wrong.
Most of the time I want to be in all places at once, I feel sorry for all those places or conversations that I'm missing, rather than pleasure from that which I have chosen to enjoy. The pain of choice is a pain I'd never chosen. Maybe one of these nights, here, without thinking, with wine, bread, cheese, sailing, find a relative comfort and not think about each time interval to be with you, with him, with her.
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