The musical card...(2)

That day was not special...and it wouldn't be...
Or maybe it is...it depends...
For a love story, it was a deceiving day...for her, maybe it was special...it the first among a series of long desperate ones...because finally, she got desperate...
Desperate of what? of him? She should be...but no, how could she be desperate of him...how could she be desperate of her life? ...she loves him...she breathes him...he's becoming a necessity...something vital she could never get rid of anymore...it is not a choice, it is an evidence...
She knows she still feels him deep inside her...but she can't see his picture in the roof anymore...it's blur...and sometimes it doesn't even exist...
The places...Photos...Music...Words which used to wake up her sorrows, make her laugh or cry could now step by peacefully and leave without damages...they never go unseen, she surely remarks them...remembers him...and it stops there...nothing happens...
The postman could now come ten times a day...she doesn't even move a finger...
Because she is desperate...not of him, but of receiving that card!
And if that card wouldn't come, there is no need to miss him or cry of longing, because she got used of him being always away...she just waits for the next meeting coincidence...any enthusiasm? Not really...
....
Every new day is a trouble...even the sun was conspiring...it spends a whole day to rise...and wouldn't set until that wild hill swallows it, to let those little creatures get covered by the darkness and fall asleep after a long long day...
That morning was lazy too, and the sun starts his fight...
Knock ...knock
"Coming...."
Knock ...knock
"Why knocking, we have a bell!!!"
Her mother doesn't like people who knock instead of ringing...she thinks that those people's intention is to force the door...why?
She was in the living room...and heard her mother speaking with someone at the door, she couldn't recognize the other voice, but it was certainly a man...
She suddenly found her mother next to her, looking at her with half closed eyes...
"There is someone at the door; he wants to see you...move"
"See me? Who wants to see me?...could you tell him that I am asleep?"
"I already told him that you're not...move...move..."
she got up very slowly...she was really in a mess...she stepped to the door half closed, opened it a little bit and leaned on its side lazily, looked outside and said :
"Yes...here I a...I...my god..."
The entire world was standing in front of her...