KILOMETERS (WITHOUT FLAG)
BASED ON REAL FACTS!
Give him play and while the song is playing you read this great story ...
7:30 pm-
I do not want to cry!…
I can not cry! ...
I must not cry!…
I repeat myself a thousand times more these words that are spinning in my head ... but I can not help it, I can not contain myself anymore ... I have to thank God for giving me the strength to cope in these moments ...
I notice that I still do not have tears, although inside I am flooded with so much crying ...
I would like to be like those movie actors who run after the car in order to prevent their beloved from leaving, but no! I am not so! I can not do it !, I could not !, it's impossible !, so I repress my tears and silently endure my suffering ...
8:37 pm -
I think it's a lie that 5 hours ago I was so happy.
Happy to see you ...
Happy to feel you ...
Happy to talk to you ...
I realize that in these moments I am nobody. That I've never been someone ...
OMG! He does not even have a telephone to write to, or even better to talk to him ... I want so much to hear his voice, I want to see a message, I long to see him again.
See his angelic face, touch his body perfectly sculpted by the god himself, I swear I would never tire of smelling his perfume for the rest of my life.
In these moments, envy of all the mortals who are happy, envy of the seat of the car where it goes, envy of the clothes that you saw and touch it, envy of each and every one of the individuals that cross their eyes to see you, and of all those people who skin their skin ...
9:45 -
I do not want to get to the house knowing that it will not be there. I look at the phone even though I'm still not going to call ... Claro does not have a telephone!
1:53 -
It's almost 2:00 am and I can not conceive the dream ... I'm in my bed thinking, What will he be doing? Will you be thinking? Ira counting the damn miles that separate us? Or seeing the stars reminding me?
¨ Thousands of questions without answers ¨
I see his bed and I can not help feeling bad, my God it is impossible to stop thinking, knowing that yesterday night was in the same room as me and now I am here, locked in these 4 walls alone.
7:42 am -
I still do not know anything, I imagine that I am already in Caracas or at least it is closer to home ... at this moment there is a blessed distance that separates the love I feel ...
8:57 am -
I'm not hungry, I let the coffee get cold and the arepa that I prepare in the morning to be devoured by the flies.
Total I'm dead in life!
11:30 am -
Hello Love!
I read the message and I can not believe it. It's him, this is his mother's number, but I'm 100% sure that he wrote me ... that's right, he wrote me, this man who has been thinking about him since the moment he left ... I do not know what to answer for fear.
The only thing I can think about is to write to him what I always told him when he was next to me ...
Eu Te Amo M...
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