Só quando começaram a chover e-mails de despedida é que realmente me caiu a ficha...indeed...it is true...they're going...
No more running into Monica or Vicente's mother in the cafeteria, no more having coffees with Teresa or Sónia, no more running into them on the elevator. No more joking with them. No more gathering with them for lunch.
All that will be left are memories. It's all I ever get after goodbyes anyway.
It pains me that they will be no longer part of my everyday life.
E aquelas palavras, aquelas palavras em específico...sapos down my throat.
I wish you peace, love, success, faith and happiness.
Nem quero pensar no vazio da copa para a semana.
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