Inside the shower,
..drops of water,
dropping way loser,
to each other,
..on my head..
giving me the comfort,
of thinking, debating, reasoning,
..between this two thoughts,
thoughts of; she loves me,,
,,she loves me not..
And after an hour in the shower,
fifty minutes of thinking
..and ten minutes of bathing,
I ended up on my bed,
still in my towel..
..with a beautiful rose flower,
On my hand, that was for her,
but my fingers controlled by,
..my corrupt thoughts,
was in a motion of plucking,
,a petal to another ..
..with a my mental voices saying,
She loves me .. she loves me not..
Respectively..
,with no rush, time was my was by my side,
Till I go to the last petal..
..and my phone beeped,
....massage from her..
.."hello charming, I miss you,
I will be there in the afternoon,
,see you, I love you,,,"
and I plucked the last petal,
..with my own voice,
.my lips opened to say..
..She loves me..
ⓒ2016
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