Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Socks for My Feet

"Pierre, you really don't know?"
"Do you think someone like me, frankly tell you I know? Of course I knew it all along! I just..."
"Pretend not know it?"
"Yes, why, then?"
"But, if you told me from the beginning, I think it's result better."
"What better?"
"Well, like you already knew it. And, I'll just... no need ask you so many questions."
"So, Ella, you came here just to know if I knew it?"
"Oui...."
"It's on a middle of the night, your feet. You just put your bare feet into that sneakers?"
"Well, I came here with my car. I guess, I will go back to my apartment, now."
"Hmmm..."
He kneel down in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly he took off both of his socks. Then, he forced my feet out from the shoes.

He put on my feet with his socks. Then, he put back my feet wearing the shoes. He stood up again and smiled. So bright.
"Go home and get rest. Use socks make you have great sleep."
Pierre, my boyfriend.

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