Major Tom

I remember that afternoon delight, when I was going round and about, searching for the famous egg coffee, he asked why I could read his mind taking him to this place. We then shared a short unplanned kiss in the public, something that I rarely do. I knew a few months later that he didn’t do it as well, at my expense.

“I like this yellow motorbike. I’m telling you this so that you could give it to me on my birthday,” he said. And I told myself to remember it.

The other day, via Facebook, I knew the day had passed.

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