My dear traveler part 2.
It's hard to explain... She came for a reason, and that reason is over.
This afternoon she told me with teary eyes that she was tired of traveling. And we hugged several times... and there was a long caress between our arms. And what began as a sad afternoon ended with the voice of Jim Morrison singing Love me two times.
But the reality is that she will be gone to other city... our paths are forced not to finish something that has started with complicity, look of mutual passion, whisky and a lot of rock and roll.
I handed her a lit cigarette and she told me that she only fell in love with men who passionate the knowledge.
Before return home I kissed her forehead.
I have a few time to enjoy her existence... Let's see how we end.
