He is the guy of the apt 208; I am the girl next door.
Every day is the same, I never make it to my door without hearing his salute.
He says hi each time my eyes get into his .
Something in his sight always made me loose my words and never replied.
His voice was so sturdy that it reached the very dip of my thoughts.
The walls of my place are so slender that I could hear the sound of his breath. This sound was enough to imagine what is going on in apt 208.
What I should do so I will not hear , go take a bath, check the mail.... That wasn’t enough.
I just had to go to sleep each time I heard the echo of his voice.
Today I walked out my door really slowly looking for him with the only difference that I was determined to talk to him.
Suddenly I saw a crowded group of people coming out of Apt 208,
I reassembled my breaths and asked.
Nobody was able to tell me what happen to the guy of Apt 208.…..
Does anyone know ??
He was gone forever............