13. She came and went in the apartment. Sometimes I would return in the evening and see the signs that she had been there. A pair of underwear on the bathroom floor, or a coffee cup left on the table. I found food in the fridge I didn’t buy and magazines on the sofa. It felt like we lived together, as any couple did. Some evening we would eat together, always over wine, sometimes sharing indulgent small desserts like a rum baba or a chocolate mousse. She tugged at my heart. Left me small messages on the country of the kitchen with a heart and an xx at the end. We didn’t know each other, we didn’t really understand what was going on, but we were following some kind of path. There was an instilled trust between us that wasn’t necessarily spoken, but existed. We didn’t have to talk about it. These days passed quickly.
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13. She came and went in the apartment. Sometimes I would return in the evening and see the signs that she had been there. A pair of underwear on the bathroom floor, or a coffee cup left on the table. I found food in the fridge I didn’t buy and magazines on the sofa. It felt like we lived together, as any couple did. Some evening we would eat together, always over wine, sometimes sharing indulgent small desserts like a rum baba or a chocolate mousse. She tugged at my heart. Left me small messages on the country of the kitchen with a heart and an xx at the end. We didn’t know each other, we didn’t really understand what was going on, but we were following some kind of path. There was an instilled trust between us that wasn’t necessarily spoken, but existed. We didn’t have to talk about it. These days passed quickly.