Still I remember the first time that I saw him, sitting there like a spirit of the wood.
Yes a spirit, that was the feeling that I got when I was with him, when I looked at him I did not get the feeling of being
accompanied, being with him felt the same as being alone. I could just look through him, he seemed like such a transparant person, something that I had never experienced before.
But now I know him better than that, he was not like a spirit at all. He was more like a locked book that did not allow people to see what’s inside. But if you would manage to look inside, even if it was just one little sentence, you would just want to keep reading on and on, you would just try your best to unlock every page, it did not matter how much effort it took.
At least, that was how I felt about it when he first opened up to me, I felt so facinated. And everytime that some new part opened up, the warm feeling inside me started to grow.
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Short Story / Non-Fiction
Poem / Memoir
Miscellaneous / Romance
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