Sorry.
My fault.
My crazyness.
For sure, yours too.
I was so drunk, of course.
But even sober, best part of time.
And so hungry, and free, and young, and wild, and happy too.
That comfortable and shameless happiness without no reason why.
No excuses, no questions, no expectations, no promises.
It is what it is.
A significative answer imposes itself between the words we said, and that ones that we preserved.
This is how life goes...
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