The Incomplete ones

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It was almost a shine that it was in that half look. An almost smile leaned over in a half happiness, a semi-nude moon of one day almost finishes. She was almost young, almost naive in her total passion. And it felt part complete, even when from him came no more than a half waive. Because she knew about the half truths that took her world entirely, and it found all sense in that, that might couldn't be anything (and maybe it was for those that always believe in the never). And even when he promised a lot and appeared with almost nothing, she was replete of empty happiness.

But she didn't mind. She knew that it was almost everything that somebody could want in a whole life, an incomplete love full of certainties of the moment. Because it lasted the time of a hurried half-hug or of an almost-kiss given bewildered. Because it left an immense will of having a little more.

And it was always like this when in the middle of everything the two, were becoming one. When the incomplete ones turned two parts of a same only one. When the half-smile turned almost-happiness, and the semi-begun day took the moon almost nude. And the half shines of the almost glance turned everything that they could want forever, a complete love without the uncertainties of an almost-hug distracted by a kiss half intoxicated.

Even when she called and said whole truths that sounded a little out of the world and give it very sense for what seemed so little for a whole life of few two that formed an immense one. Totally complete for never believe that the forever left replete of happiness what was just emptiness.

And the nodding wasn't more part, because it was complete. And in the end of everything found their happy beginnings.

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