I saw her in the darkest bar and liked it. After a while I noticed a small scar near his eyebrow. I liked. To me, that I know of scars, it seemed that instead of make it ugly, that little oblique groove on the temple made it more human, more beautiful, more everything. We talk a lot and then when we sit in a quieter location for the arrival of the hugs, I succumbed to the temptation to kiss the scar first. She said a barely audible "ouch", and asked forgiveness if he had hurt.
- Yes, it hurt me, "she said but not in the way you think. Not that I was hurt by this scar. Occasionally I meet a guy who becomes obsessed with her and do not understand why I think sometimes they think that with that kiss imagine forgiving a shady past, or maybe a lot of suffering. Even some did so with tears in their eyes, or broken words, like you. And what really happened is that I fell off the bike girl, I cried a little and nothing else. It never fails that I think of those guys: they are idiots. And do not think you're the exception.
When the waiter arrived with the two beers she was gone. As I took the first I tried to remember what had happened from the kiss in the scar. When I got it, I said something a little more intense than idiot and proceeded to drink up the second. Among the flood of people at the bar I found a beautiful girl smiling at me. I also found that the wall was slightly tilted. I left the bar running, of course. Because my way is full of stones cloned, but before the third beer I always try to avoid them.
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