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They're a mess. They're literally a mess. Perfect mess and really incredible mess together. They're broken. Both. Broken into a small pieces like a glass vase. There are a lot of these and they are perfect. Because they shimmer from the sun's rays and by the way are so sharp. They can cause a pain. For each other. One by one. They're so love. Desperately. Strongly. But. Better what they can have — it's a they self. Between feelings. Between the fire in their hearts. Heartlessly. When he try to get close, she's already gone. His heart bloody. Cut it out. To damn. Because... He remembers how she smiles. He remembers how her lips stretch in smile and on her cheeks, dimples appear. He remembers how often he squeezed her hand and she laughed. He remembers how he hugged her when she trembled. He remembers how softy she looked into his eyes but actually looked into his soul. He remembers her short hair that smells of cinnamon, vanilla and tea tree. He remembers how she bite lips when she was nervous. He remembers how he bury his nose in her hair. And he smiled like mad. From happiness. He remembers everything. Absolutely. He remembers all of her. Her habits, her face (to the smallest detail), her eyes, her breathe, her wonderful voice... Sometimes he looked at her and he wonder how he gots to be damn lucky. Yeah, he had been so damn lucky. But... When the door to the cafe opens and the bell rings, informing him of her arrival, she will sit at the table for a moment. She will smile sadly and look away guiltily. One second - and their views will collide again. She will sigh and pursed her lips. — I don't love you anymore. Good bye. Her voice does not falter. From her blows cold and detachment. She just gets up and turns around, leaving without saying another word. He've been waiting and hoping that he been slepin. Only... The sound of the door closing brings him to his senses and he shudder. His heart beats slow. He holds back bitter tears and goes outside. She leaved his. He leaved her. — You're right, sweetheart. We're a mess...