The breakup

‘I think… the moment has arrived for parting, my love’ said he.
It was hard and painful for him to utter these words; but he firmly believed that, while still knowing and discovering each other, while learning and teaching each other, a relationship was edifying, fruitful and alive, but that, from then on, it could only wither and die. Therefore, it was better to split when the memories were all merry, and before the grey routine would poison everything that was.
For two days without stopping, she fell in a weep that left an indellible shadow of sorrow around her eyes and a bunch of wrinkles in her heart; but she never thought of him again.
He didn’t shed a tear, but to the rest of his life, her image always throbbed behind his pupils.

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