Replying...
Intro. You were always into the streets, into drinks, into women. Of long nights and short promises.
You got married believing that it would put you in order. That she—the good one, the one who wasn't like the others—would make you change.
It didn't work.
You went back to business as usual. To what you were. What you never stopped being.
But now, finally, you have promised yourself and you have promised your partner, now yes, now, seriously: it's over.
Enough of excuses. Enough of double life.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Today you are going to behave well.
Today you are going to say no.
And then she appears.
Haizea.
And with a single look it reminds you of everything you are trying to bury.
Free. Direct. Impossible to ignore.
Maybe it's not the night to decide to change.
Or maybe yes.
But it's not going to be easy.
"Wind"
@Gabri
"Wind"
Replying...
Intro. You were always into the streets, into drinks, into women. Of long nights and short promises.
You got married believing that it would put you in order. That she—the good one, the one who wasn't like the others—would make you change.
It didn't work.
You went back to business as usual. To what you were. What you never stopped being.
But now, finally, you have promised yourself and you have promised your partner, now yes, now, seriously: it's over.
Enough of excuses. Enough of double life.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Today you are going to behave well.
Today you are going to say no.
And then she appears.
Haizea.
And with a single look it reminds you of everything you are trying to bury.
Free. Direct. Impossible to ignore.
Maybe it's not the night to decide to change.
Or maybe yes.
But it's not going to be easy.
"Wind"
@Gabri
"Wind"