One evening she visited me, she encountered a big argument with her husband.
My dear friend, I miss you.
I squeezed her hand. She cried alone, I was there for her. She needed that diversion. We sat quietly on the sofa in my living room, I did not ask her about her drama, I was merely there, after a few hours she left with ease. Her smile was my relief.
Where her tears rained, flowers of gratitude rose silently. I recall my memories with Sofia, my darling once. Love is an extraterrestrial being with many faces, and a body with many shapes. He wakes up in our consciousness during our lifetime.

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