Some goodbyes ring as an adieu. Here is my turn to leave CS for a while. I have had many terrific times among you all and I wanted to thank you, from the deep of my heart...
Some shares always ringed as valuable, precious. And each time it took us to avoid this account to. So hard. To reverse. And then the nights shared, the hundreds of glasses emptied together in incredible bars, created for the circumstances, the thousand of appointments, imagined, failed, the projects always dreamed. These forums that bring us to finish a night with a stranger in an imaginary bed, where we are promptly invited to give our opinion in virtual awakening. These forums that lead us to meet the most unlikely, the more robbed or crazier. And we all, with dishevelled hair and our teenager’s air. Eternal.
But also these times of the empty room, with this chair to watch nothing. But also these minutes. To still believe that these traces on the cushion’s couch are yours. To understand that you all are no longer there. This painful awakening that does not end. Of the promises, nothing has been forgotten, but it is alone that it took me to get drunk. A flurry of glasses for one thought, also high, high and raised up.
Dear Nath,, you have been so very kind and supportive over the time you have been here. I just say to you that I hope always you keep that great smile,, you are a good soul,, thanks for everything Bettis ;-}
Glad I found this. Thanks for the mail. I always enjoyed you humor, brilliance, and grace. Good luck to you in all you do. I hope you find what you are looking for. Just know you'll always be my...
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Some shares always ringed as valuable, precious.
And each time it took us to avoid this account to.
So hard. To reverse.
And then the nights shared, the hundreds of glasses emptied together in incredible bars, created for the circumstances, the thousand of appointments, imagined, failed, the projects always dreamed.
These forums that bring us to finish a night with a stranger in an imaginary bed, where we are promptly invited to give our opinion in virtual awakening.
These forums that lead us to meet the most unlikely, the more robbed or crazier.
And we all, with dishevelled hair and our teenager’s air.
Eternal.
But also these times of the empty room, with this chair to watch nothing.
But also these minutes.
To still believe that these traces on the cushion’s couch are yours.
To understand that you all are no longer there.
This painful awakening that does not end.
Of the promises, nothing has been forgotten, but it is alone that it took me to get drunk.
A flurry of glasses for one thought, also high, high and raised up.
My adieu sounds at the present as a goodbye.
I will miss you for sure!
Love,
Nathalie.