I never thought that "our thing" (for to assign him a name to that which we do not even know what it is), would last so long. I do not know how it started, a simple friendship, talk daily thinking that it would soon stop happening, how can we not think about it? If you were not in my plans as a priority or even as a plan.
But it was like that, that without wanting or perhaps in the bottom wanting but without accepting it, we began to mix more than we should, more than we could imagine.
I never thought you would become so important to me, it is now that I can understand that I do not need more than dawn by your side, lying on your chest immersed in a dream that I do not want to wake up.
Even though the shared moments have been so brief, I can feel that connection that makes my heart beat harder, which we wanted so much to ignore.
I know that saying goodbye can not be easy, but it is even more difficult when you feel that person as part of your own being, when you leave there is a void that you try to fill with the hope that you will return. But what happens when they tell you they will not come back? It is a heartrending feeling, there are no words that can explain it, the illusions vanish as when a child discover the identity of Santa Claus, life changes and we must adapt to it.
That morning was so painful, my soul cried like a forest when they snatched its offspring, like a shepherd who loses a sheep and observes the rugged precipice knowing that his life after that loss will not be the same.
Despite the millions of kilometers that separate us, our feelings remain intense, pure and sincere; our souls will be eternally connected, I will wait for your return to enjoy seeing our souls vibrate.
Let us show that our feelings can endure, longing for our destinies to cross, that distance be recorded only as a word
Yes, it hurts not to have you by my side, but you are in my heart; distant but eternally Yours.
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