She can remember the exact time
she let him into her heart.
It wasn't on the day the actually met.
No, it was earlier
She's crying .
Easter time.
She has lit some candles.
Αt work, alone.
Everything seems to be crumbling at her feet.
And she feels so fuckin' alone,
as every human being has felt
at one time or another in our lives.
Phone rings.
It's him.
His soothing voice.
Maybe he's just fooling around.
Maybe he trully missed her
and wanted to catch up with her news .
Just a voice
with no face.
Then, for some reason,
at that particular moment
she let him in.
Into her heart.
He kept banging at the door
of her heart
for quite some time.
She would answer politely,
but wouldn't invite him in.
On that day,
she did open the door
and welcomed him inside.
Then all kinds of magic broke loose....
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