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Hurt by a betrayal, he put distance and time zones and decided to visit that brunette woman with curly black hair to clear his mind and try to forget “the other her”.
When he arrived to her, they decided to explore together that land of great, majestic and incredible cities and monuments, an overpopulated city but strangely visited.
They liked to sit on the tops of buildings and mountains to watch the day die and the night be born.
Nights in which they tried to dance and forget, nights in which he drank magical drinks, potions that made him forget. She drank the water of life to be alert, not lose sight of him in the crowd and thus always be by his side.
In the evenings together, he tried to forget drowning himself n kisses and lust for that girl he visited.
But he couldn't; there was something that both women had in common, something magical that united two people; it could be said that it was a coincidence or something heavenly and personal.
One in the language of Cervantes and the other in the language of Shakespeare, a name he tried to forget, but he couldn't. But how could he forget if he took refuge in the brunette woman with curly black hair who shared the same name as the woman with blue eyes and angel hair?
But he looked for her; it was the only place he found refuge.
Well, she was the only one who understood him, the only one with whom he could talk about his life, about his past, the only one who understood what he had lived because, in a certain way, their lives were the same, their stories were the same, she understood everything he told her, she shared his pain, the joys he felt, that he lived.
That's why he sought her, that's why he took refuge in her to forget “the other her”, that's why he seeks her, that's why he tries to love her, that's why he's with her.
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On the nights when the parties were over, and the sun was starting to rise, they went together to that place they falsely called home.
They talked, trying to distract themselves from what they wanted most, to spend endless hours in bed.
Hours in which their minds turned off, and their desire blossomed, they were together, they didn't need to talk to each other, they never did, they never needed it.
Since that night, they spent the first time together, since their lips touched. They knew that they were perfect lovers; they didn't need to whisper words to each other, and they didn't need to give each other instructions.
Their bodies knew each other somehow, and they knew that they liked.
They knew what they wanted; all those moments were perfect, full of lust and pleasure, endless kisses, small and deep caresses, laughter, bites, just pleasure.
She knew that he liked, and he knew how to react to all her movements. He knew why she liked him, he knew what she longed for, he knew how to love her, and he pretended that he loved her.
But he only wanted her; he wanted her lips, her breasts, he wanted her sex. He wished to join her, to be a part of her.
She would leave him and let him play with her. That he falsely loved her.
That their bodies would connect, and an intense light would come off of them, the light of energy, of the passion of lust, a light that pretended love.
Together they spent endless hours in that bed; they forgot that they were humans and that they should eat and drink water, they distracted their minds with conversations of the past and talked about their future, but they never talked about their present.
They did not want to give away the fact that they were unhappy, but they wished to be together; they ignored the fact that they wanted to love each other and that they longed for someone who would understand them.
She pretended that it didn't hurt her to know that he was with someone else, and he pretended to forget the fact that she was alone.
Those days they were together, photos were taken, videos were made, they ate, danced, enjoyed, they were inseparable.
Like two lovers who travel after they make a promise to each other in front of an altar and swear eternal love.
For 13 days and 13 nights, it was just them; they took off their masks, lowered their guards and were sincere.
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One night, when the two of them were just drinking water and eating, they decided to let their emotions out, and while salty water was pouring out of their eyes, their hearts were opening, and their most sincere wishes were confessed; he confessed to her that he wished with all his heart to love her, to have her close and never leave her, to explore the world by her side, to take her by the hand.
She confessed that she loved him, that despite the distance and the few hours that their first meeting lasted, her soul told her that he was the one. Who loved him, who wishes to love him until his last breath.
But life separated them repeatedly; people, jobs, and borders pushed them apart. They were put in opposite places on the planet.
They never knew how to communicate by fake artefacts that help humans connect; they spent hours talking when they were together, when they could see their expressions when they could touch their skins, when they could hear up close the sound of their voices, the texture of their soul, the colour of their voice.
They loved to sleep together, close, hugged, and naked. He loved the smell of her hair. She loved the warmth of his body; she loved waking up and seeing him.
While he was sleeping, she counted his freckles, which he had all over his chest. She loved counting them over and over again, losing count and starting over.
He played with her hair while she was sleeping and ran his fingers through her curly hair, and she dreamed that he was eternal.
For 13 days and 13 nights, they were perfect; it was difficult to say goodbye.
It was difficult to stop seeing each other, so they decided not to; in front of the immigration gate of that airport, of that city, where neither of them was a resident, they said goodbye.
He took a flight to that kingdom where he had to return and continue with his life; he had to put on his knight armour, continue fighting, continue in that battle and forget that lady who pierced his armour and left him helpless.
She returned to that little town, to that enchanted forest where she was the strangest flower in the whole garden.
They decided to make their meetings an annual event, and they promised to see each other after 12 full moons in the same city to give each other an eternal kiss.
For 13 days and 13 nights to be masters of desire.
For 13 days and 13 nights, desire, love, and lust.
For 13 days and 13 nights, they decided to make a pact to be perfect.
