Letter whom I have said goodbye.

I will not apologize for the bad side, or ask me how many times have you thought about leaving before doing so. I will not stick to the scribbles, the misdeeds, the parties pies and none of those things that go through our heads so we abandoned. I will not blame you for any crisis or crying for some future cirrhosis, or spread to the four winds a story that makes me a victim and bully you.
I'll miss you. Besides, I already feel. I feel that I let out my best chance to be happy - and that's no depressive state that worsens and repels automatically after some time. It conformism. Finding the brabas. Those inconvenient truths that are nailed to the wall of the room made wallpaper that we did not choose. And make no point because the paint will peel and crumble everything. Vai dirty the floor. And the brands that one day I lost you will remain there - in the ruins of an old room and bent on the second floor of a house any soulless.Goodbye serves for us to recognize the face of those who leave some history of which we have participated. The traces of the other will always tell you a little of us - especially when we help load boxes with heart in hand. You had teary eyes downcast and half, and I knew I was missing the breeze of the beach house. Of boating. The starry sky. And looked at me so lovingly before kissing my forehead - and I know it meant a lot to you. You left with my heart torn. My in 3/4 and its in 7/8. Stuck sweaty hands before returning alliances. But it seems made an extra-human strength to get them out of the fingers - is that custom shapes us, even if it is voluntary. Molded his body. Desacostumou to others. Surrendered my way. But now you're gone broken, and I do too. Each shard reunited with the little strength that we still had. And we let the pictures on the shelf. To remember those two loved each other, and that love is love that never ends.
You were the best thing that happened to me in a long time - and God only knows how I loved you. My way, but loved. With claims, with modes indicative and imperative, without in any way with kindness and chairs pulled down directly to you in my arms. With thirty-seven minutes of conversation before the dentist, and cloth with cold water to lower fever, heart in hand to apologize after making you cry. Love never ends, brunette. Love is intact in space and time. One is that changes and makes it fancy. Abstraction. The factual continues with life, but love was saved from the day you told me that you knew nothing of love, and the day that gave me goodbye. Suspended in the air. As if he truly discredited that extensive vocabulary that included our farewell.

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