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silence was he never love of sent letters I took met anyway me don’t spoke restaurants flowers wrote parks said to what how remember we it in most
silence was he never love of sent letters I took met anyway me don’t spoke restaurants flowers wrote parks said to what how remember we it in most
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I was walking in the park when suddenly somebody hit me in the back.
I fell down and hurt my knee which started bleeding. It was a boy who was riding a bike and lost control over it after he had run into a big hole in the pavement. He hurt himself too, but his injury was not as severe as mine.
He helped me stand up and washed my knee using the water he had with him. He apologized to me and asked if I needed doctor’s help. I said I was alright and able to walk, so we said goodbye to each other.
I thought I would never meet him again, but soon, a few days later, we met in the same park. I felt strange emotions, but now I thought I was happy when I saw him. Later we met in different parks. Most of it was silence anyway. He never took me to restaurants, never sent me flowers and never wrote me letters. We never spoke of love.
Four weeks after our first meeting he said that his vacations in my town was over and he had to go. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but I remember how he said it.
He never took me to elegant restaurants. He never sent me flowers. We always met in empty parks. He never spoke of love directly. I don’t remember what he said, but I remember how he said it. Most of it was silence anyway. He never wrote me any explanatory letters.
We met in beautiful autumnal parks. He never took me to expensive restaurants. Most of it was like never-ending, aching silence. He never sent me my favourite kind of flowers. He never wrote me any romantic, personal letters. I don’t remember what he said, but I remember how hard and clearly he said it. He never spoke of our secret, passionate and forbidden love.