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It is already a routine, to think about that person who is not even present in my life, or rather, I am not part of his.
Always around my thoughts, what is the concept that has about me, I will be present in your mind in some of your days or I will be totally absent, being part of those insignificant memories that never come to light, I stop feeling what I expressed or simply There was never an emotion, to make the decision to disappear and take place somewhere in the world, is something that nobody ever perceived.
All those moments of struggle, of patience and understanding, were dedicated to emptiness, giving all my love to a concrete being, without visors, with absence of affection, simply a bulge that did not value, the details, the things delivered that never They will recover, like time. For my part, the verb to move, is something that prevails with respect to what happened, I do not know if it was my fault for stumbling endless times with the same stone and conformism that was a characteristic aspect in me from the moment I saw you the first time, or the fault of laughter, moments or false gestures that were lent to the moment.
If I describe you, it does not make sense why I love you, fall in love with the idea of you, it's one of the most beautiful things that have happened to me, but colliding with reality has turned everything around, turning me around and all aspects of my life a chaos, a scribble, one of the most abstract forms that you can imagine.
Thank you, for teaching me that you should think with your reason and not with your heart, thanks for making me live those fairy tales, with all the sense of the word, so false and full of magic, just thank you.
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Con cariño para uds.
Buenos momentos, buena compañía.
Saludos a todos los que lean este artículo, nos estamos leyendo luego. Besos.
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