"What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories." — George Eliot
The other girl's poem
He swears that they are "just good friends,"A platonic bond that never ends.
But every time his phone lights ,It’s her face who comes up .
He knows her coffee order, yes, and helps her with her daily stress. He quotes her words like holy text, I’m sitting here, the one who’s vexed.
When date night comes, she tags along, The third wheel singing Freedom's song.
He holds my hand, yet turns his head, o check if she is safely fed.
They share inside jokes from the past: A secret language made to last. Im just the girl he dates to dine, while she is clearly his Valentine.
As brasileiras vão entender a frase...
SENTA LÁ, CLÁUDIA!













