When it is about love, sometimes we find ourselves in an endless wait. As if our lifetime was limited entirely to observe grains of sand falling from an hourglass. Time passing by, waiting for that person to come back.

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We become melancholic creatures in search of something which may not ever come. We are taken over by an endless sadness. Awaiting the boat we once saw sailing to come back to our shore. Everyday, more stuck in our loneliness.

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Until that precise instant when we are just tired of waiting anymore...