uma por dia #7

Crying

My girlfriend left me, and I started crying in my sleep. My nightly lament became so loud that my neighbours called the police. The press found out, and people came to stand outside my house to hear me call her name and moan. Television crews arrived, and soon a search was on to find the object of my misery. They tracked her to her new boyfriend’s house. I watched the coverage. People were saying they had expected her to be much beautiful than she was, and that I should pull myself together and stop crying over such an ordinary girl.

Anthropology and a hundred other stories :: Dan Rhodes

...nem sabe o bem que lhe fazia.