One More Night

We had agree to go out for dinner after I insisted I wanted to do so. As usual, we walked down the Lastarria street looking for something that would catch our eyes, but nothing really seemed to be of our taste. We were walking back down the street and this girl told us to come into this indie sketchy cinema as they were showing the last function of some film. You seemed interested and you wanted to come in. Even though I was really hungry and wanted to satisfy my hunger, I didn't argue and went along with it. We walked in and the film was halfway through, it didn't matter to you and it sure didn't mind to me. The film was one of those weird stories without a clear plot, you seemed interested so I pretended I was interested in it too. As you watched the movie I glanced at your hand laying on your knee. I desperately wanted to grab your hand, lock our fingers and lay my head on your shoulder, but I knew very well that would upset you. So I kept my head up and tried to focus on the film. Then it ended, you rose and so did I, hitting my head in the ceiling and falling back to the floor on my ass. I guess it wouldn't be me if something like that didn't have happened. After laughing, we went back to the place we ate for the first time and ordered almost the same that the first time. The conversation was perfect and then going home together just made it more perfect. 

There are days like this, long days, days when things between us just don't feel right, when I think of that night. The night I felt like we had a future and we could have a million of normal happy nights in the future.

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