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<sub>Stop Time please. Filtro Cámara TikTok Aged</sub>
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**Happy Weekend!** Like you, I am surprised at how fast the days go by, without realizing it, we are already on the second day of February. Just a little bit more and it will be Christmas again. 


And so little by little I find myself obsessed at this moment with time, that is my reality at this moment. The passing of the hours that do not stop and each one reminds me that I have an expiration date. 

Time dyes my hair white, accentuates the lines of expression, the so-called crow's feet and I lose that glow that youth gives us. 

Why is this so terrible? 

Let me explain. I'm single and although I like my company and my freedom, it's not something I want for myself for the rest of my days. There is nothing like being able to share freedom with someone else, with that someone who embraces you at night and is an accomplice of your madness, of your purest fantasies and your perverse ones.

That someone with whom you can talk, watch movies, go out to eat, laugh, cry. and grow build a stable prosperous future. 

Maybe we can travel without a destination, just venture out and enjoy the road, arrive and board the first bus we find at the terminal and explore hand in hand. 


It sounds poetic, but it is my dream and time is taking me away from it. 

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My past obsessions were simpler, without so much fear, just closing my eyes and dreaming of that singer I never stopped listening to, the one I covered the walls of my room with. 

Justin Timberlake of 'Nsync. I remember buying his CDs in original format, I only had one left, because I thought of borrowing the others and they didn't give it back to me. 

When I was 15 years old they gave a concert in Madison Square Garden and it was broadcasted on HBO, I had to travel and I begged my mom to record it for me with the VHS tapes. When I came back it was the first thing I did to watch the concert, and I did it more than once for a long, long time. Until I repeated the story of borrowing it and it never came back to me even though I tried more than once. 

This kind of obsession made me happy, even though I knew I would never meet him, and even more if I did meet him he wouldn't notice me, listening to him and seeing him on tv made me happy. 

It is easier when you are young, without fear of time, of getting old, without the worries of adulthood. 

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