happens that two people love each other and that at some point decide to evolve their relationship going to live together. It happens that for three years these two people share sheets, plates and cups and then either decide to leave, leaving only the other sheets, plates and cups. It can happen, therefore, that while you are setting the table for dinner, the eye will fall on an old chipped a plate, and that will appear in the mind exact moment, in the middle of a dinner with friends, your ex clumsily grabbed a heavy glass that slipped from his hand and splintered that dish, and there is a moment to be swallowed up in a whirlwind of memories and leave to overcook the pasta . A
hide letters and photographs at the bottom of a drawer to avoid such events, it takes a moment. But you can not do the same with sheets, plates and cups. Less than opt to throw everything into a dumpster and get a new kit and / or buy a new set of dishes. That's what I did yesterday, spurred by the idea of \u200b\u200bsettlement in the new apartment without taking with me all those things that I tell stories that I will no longer remember.
So last night I fall asleep in the old bed sheets but with a new set of dishes between the packages ready to move, sure to be a little longer in control of the reins of my life. Until, by treachery, my ex does not knock at the door of my dreams.
"So you've decided to leave, without even asking my opinion ..." me, looking angry, leaning against the kitchen of my old apartment, that was our . With that pout he's better looking than ever.
The dream takes a few moments, because I do not know what to answer. Also because that phrase, I remember, I pronounced I really, three years ago with a grudge, leaning against the kitchen our apartment.
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