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Living in the full agony of your incessant guilt, I cannot understand the reasons or circumstances that made me stop loving you, that is why I ask myself:
<center>***Why do you want to blame me?***</center>
***In the desired moments of incessant thoughts, I meditate to understand your indecisions, and it is how a thought flourishes that is above any other, the one that must still remember that great love lived in times past, and that perhaps you manage to understand how important you were for me, and perhaps you do not remember the times that I felt dying because I did not have the sweet honey that your kisses gave me.***
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Like many other things that disturbed our love, in the same way I saw you leave, and seeing you leave I couldn't help but try. You left me like that noble gardener who, for unknown reasons, stops watering the garden, so I tell you that it's better for you to feel me like that garden where only petals remain of whose roses have already died.
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As inexplicable as my pain is, I cannot lie to you, so I confess before you and the whole world that:
***"I prefer not to have to lie, I can't tell you that I didn't love you, why, if that's really not true, it's more like being able to say that I didn't love you is like saying that the earth is existentially unique in the universe, and that Gabriel García Márquez would never have won the Nobel Prize for literature."***
Another thing that hurts me but I recognize it, is that along with our past love forged a whole world full of illusions and that today for more than trying to forget I recognize that it was a past full of lies.
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If you ask me who I loved with my soul, I'm sure I would say that someone who doesn't deserve my love, today I can say that she is still the woman I have loved the most, and that I can't love her any more. In that fleeting farewell I took care that you could fly higher than any cloud to the highest mountain where I or no one can find you.
Even if you get down as the clouds come down when the time is clear and convincing, let me tell you that it may already be too late and that love so great and not left but the memories of a set of things that fail to unify or return that great love.
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<center>***In case you want to find some noble comfort, I'm telling you:***</center>
There is no one who can love more than the presumed creator, the one who is said to have died on the cross and who created us and yet we feel that because of our disobedience he can turn his back on us, and I, as I am not God, tell you that just as without everything or nothing I beg you to accept this great goodbye.
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If it is for nothing else than a forgiveness, let me tell you that I can not forgive you, because the most possible is that if you are sorry, but come back to you I can not, I can never do, do not doubt that in our best times I loved you, but today there is nothing left of what meant that love so great that I am sure today you want to remember when there is no longer anything that can be repaired.
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