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ent tale, which I could not accept because the fact of seeing it killed me inside.

I have not seen him, but I was forced to write a letter to explain at least because I left without telling the least. I explained that I had loved for years, that was a synonym for perfection but sometimes in life people are crossing special inexplicably not even know where they come and steal your heart. I told him that he was not with another, but knew someone who was made for me, although it was not mine, and could not return to tell her that I wanted as long as that person existed.
I ended the letter with a sad "sorry" because I know more than anyone how much he loves me, but I also know that the lies out of my mouth are still coming out.

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once told me that words have no meaning. That we are the ones we create a dictionary of their own, giving each one of the words of our language and forming a sense of our world.

is curious, then, to see so many people to find common meanings for a word for a feeling.

I was accustomed to suffer and the cause was clear to me, love me do not sit at all well, but this suffering was what really made me feel that I wanted. It was when you girabas the face and I smiled at your hair toss when I knew I loved you, loved you in spite of not receiving anything for your party rather than indifference. Thanks to you I could describe love as something sublime, me