

Her kisses froze on my body, like snowflakes on an icy window. for some reason it was getting cold. Now I understand. farewell kisses lose their warmth. they contain the cooled tenderness of parting... last night she looked at me differently than usual. alienation in the gaze. alienation in spite of love. She understood that it was time for her, but in every possible way she delayed the hour of leaving. struggle of soul and mind. reason won. left. Now I understand. there is no melancholy in the look before parting. there is a silent protest in it. protest against oneself. feelings lose to reason. more often…