and in your eyes and you realize that it is not long ago the one you knew. Did you probably think he would be waiting for you forever? You were almost certain he would. You can even set fire to the ashes again. He watched you leave. He watched you stepping on his soul, he smiled at you and thanked you. That was the moment when you helped her rebuild her world from scratch. That was the moment when Ana was building Manole. It was building your love so that only star dust was left behind.
You were smiling. She was smiling too. You for the sake of a now that you thought was going to happen, she for the sake of a past that she wasn't going to relive. Not my dear, she had not given up being a woman, she had given up feeling. He had given up on you and everyone else, deciding that loneliness was a pleasant company.
He was walking straight, he was looking you in the eye and he didn't look down. You would have wanted the same wet and pressed kiss, you would have wanted to understand it only from gestures, from looking, from walking, from everything without words. You wanted to, but she hadn't had the door open for you in a long time. All you could read now was the indifference in her eyes, the bitter taste of the words coming out of her lips, the clothes carefully chosen to make you want her, but to be aware that she would no longer belong to you.
Women like her don't know how to give half, and when she leaves she leaves wrecks behind. The woman you had in front of your eyes now was not the one you had left behind. A wreck had left and he had time to do his job. It was time to step on it and she pressed on your soul. It was the moment when you knew you were dying for her, but for her you had become past.
Sweet coffee and milk. Do you remember when she drank bitter? Now she is bitter enough to take from life only the sweetest. The same look that made your heart beat and the same innocent touches that you never understood. Then they were a sign of capitulation, now it was a war won.
He didn't want anything else. He had won your soul by absence. You were hers too late to matter. He knew that very well. From prey he had become a predator. He knew you better than he remembered her. He knew how to raise your pulse and remain immune to what you had to offer. He knew he had exhausted all reasons to stay before he left.
