Furthermore, love and togetherness are married, like two Bois de Boulogne, like two moments of Carmen.
They go out together sometimes, but their dates are always tense and nervous. It feels more like an exam situation;
you should look cute and smart,
put on perfect make up,
iron your dress,
trim your nails,
rehearse a charming smile in front of the mirror, while every cell in your body, every particle of your soul anticipate
failure.
You blush, and even the thick layer of makeup can’t hide it;
you cry, and tears slide down your cheeks, leaving wet traces in the concealer;
you try to understand, what exactly then is measured in pain, once we clearly see,
there are sacrifices, and there are victims to count here.