Before you read it I make a clarification. I told you the other day I hear Jorge Drexler compulsively and their songs fill me so that I could not avoid "borrowing" a few sentences, especially in the first half. It was not for vagueza, I promise, just because he can speak of love as anyone.
The title of the story is the title of one of his songs.
I'm just one of the two poleAs I look into your eyes, you are imagining?. No. I know you too well, just like you to me. For every battle lost, to continue living, even before I knew that life was nothing but an obligation to the many times I was about to end. Now you could not, and the times I've been dying to know that my soul had left for you, across the seasons, constellations, moments.
At this moment, just know that wherever you are is my north. I
Dana Scully was a whirlwind of feeling disappointed, the reality turned Gelatshe was sleeping, it was nothing appropriate to what he was doing at that time, all I get would be a sleepy face that happen to anger. But when she opened the door and saw her wide awake and with tearful eyes I felt that something was wrong, that something was wrong. She stepped aside to let me pass, I mumbled a hello, all the time was able to tell.
- Wondering what I do here - I said, and I hate for the question.
- Could not you sleep? - Answered shrugging her shoulders slightly. I could only smile. He looked so vulnerable, so different ... The alarm sounded, an inner voice warned me that it was time to go back.
III
When he heard the knock on the door did not even start, I knew it was Mulder. His intuition, that feeling which had never trusted, not failed lately.
opened the door quietly, he would not hide that she had cried and she was awake, not in front of him. Enough was enough. Seven years is more than enough. No h
At this moment, just know that wherever you are is my north. I
Dana Scully was a whirlwind of feeling disappointed, the reality turned Gelatshe was sleeping, it was nothing appropriate to what he was doing at that time, all I get would be a sleepy face that happen to anger. But when she opened the door and saw her wide awake and with tearful eyes I felt that something was wrong, that something was wrong. She stepped aside to let me pass, I mumbled a hello, all the time was able to tell.
- Wondering what I do here - I said, and I hate for the question.
- Could not you sleep? - Answered shrugging her shoulders slightly. I could only smile. He looked so vulnerable, so different ... The alarm sounded, an inner voice warned me that it was time to go back.
III
When he heard the knock on the door did not even start, I knew it was Mulder. His intuition, that feeling which had never trusted, not failed lately.
opened the door quietly, he would not hide that she had cried and she was awake, not in front of him. Enough was enough. Seven years is more than enough. No h