When far away, long distances turn into impatient touches and melt.
When it's too far away, it becomes a feeling.
We've long been looking for each other in all the people around, not even knowing each other. You knew I was somewhere ... I knew, somewhere in the world, you existed.
Or you found me too late ... Or I was getting too early. Or maybe a foolish fate has tangled a road with another road.
I understand in time the impossible ... You, no. But I was silent. With fear, I hoped and prayed not to end the infinite. Soon enough, you understand.
And I did not shed tears. But I sent the cry in the rain to stop you from all. You can have time to think about me too ... And with us.

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Then I sent snowflakes when you were expecting less. No, the Universe did not go away. It was just my frozen soul. Forgotten about me, about you, about love, about memories.
We taught each other by mutual benefit. I laughed. We wanted to. We talked about people, thoughts, and untold times together, about places seen through the eyes of the other, until we came to talk about hearts, steps, smiles, kisses, hugs and longings. You've become the most beautiful part of me.
I always met the evening, at the same hour, in the same place on the Milky Way. We had the utterance of the words, of holding our hands in dreams, of loving ourselves. Until…
I hurried. You were no longer patient. Too much had been waiting for us to call. I ran into your arms and stopped. You took hold of me and kept me there. We do not breathe ... my heart stopped in my seat. It stopped me, the rest of the world.
I hardly opened my eyes. I was afraid the day would not go away and take me away. Closing one night and taking me back to a dream. I looked at your face and I saw all the timeless moments gathered. I looked into your eyes, and I saw myself beautiful. I would have lost my love through the world if you had not found me and you would not have caught me with your hands. If you had not recompiled me, with hot but gentle caresses ... I would not have been whole today.
You forgot. I ... I can not forget.
You hardly lifted stiff barriers and crushed the signs that were forbidden. You rescued me from narrow thoughts, you pulled me out of boundaries, you ripped me in incomprehensible. I looked at you like a hero and I walked you step by step ... long, through time, over time. But you, you did not feel me ...
I did not know that the heroes were giving up, whether they were losers, or that they were afraid. Are they afraid because they will lose? Are they afraid of love, because they will be wounded? Now I know! Now ... Late ...
Now I know that the hugs are not contracts and the kisses are not promises ... That the heart does not use its time in the end ... The absurd grievances bring the distances back ... That all the words, by chance, all the way to the other, go empty.

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Now I know people change when you expect less. No, he does not change his life. Not outside weather, or other people. These are clichés. They change themselves because they want.
I miss you, not the one you have become, now. But I keep, in your tight fist, a few hopes that your beautiful eyes can not see ... And that no one can destroy me. It's impossible for me to turn around because it has only one way. But my hopes will.
Nothing in the world is accidental. People do not happen, life does not happen. People are looking, either consciously or unconsciously. Life answers them.
You lifted me from the ground, then let me fall with the sky.
You protected me, but you forgot to protect yourself.
Time has stopped ... In the hourglass the last wire of sand has passed. It was not time for us to love enough. But I'm left to love you, a life. You knew what was best for you. I know what's best for me. First of all, I love ... I love and after all. Because I know so much!
I can not find a story finale, nor can I invent one. I do not give up parts of me. I do not even want to miss those who are terrible. I know that someday with a lot of smile, I'll heal them. So it's an endless story. Just beginning, we too.
I'll write to you again! But I will not write to you until the day you miss my longing.
You know I'm somewhere ... I know, somewhere in the world, you exist.