Never touch us. Like if some "Don't touch" advice was write on our chests. But i was fall in love of her, I must say. Anyway, I never told her and we spent the nights just talking, laughting and watching in the eyes. Never talk about love, pretty pathetic, don't you think?
But I liked her short hair, her brown and asiatic eyes and adored the perfect líne of her eyebrows. I really loved that woman, God knows. One warm night, maybe was ending the season, she told me she have to go. I remember, Coltrane was sounded at the stereo of the car and sky was cloudy. I felt paralized and the place start turn upside down. A week from that moment, she gone.
With her, it was that way; she left you before comes.