You taught me what was to love ... it was not known what was that until I met you.
You did that I was falling in love with you, they were a few spectacular months, but since everything has an end, this was not the exception.
Just to be grateful to you for the time that you allowed me to be happy next to you, it does not matter for me what there spent later, only strangely this feeling, the love, to which it was refusing me to accepting; and already because.
You do not know the important thing that you were and you are in my life, you do not know as I feel on having listened to your name; the fact is that really you chase me as a soul in sorrow, I was thinking about having forgotten you, but your memory follows me to where he should want that I go.
I knew the love along with you, and only along with you I would like to feeling it again; that I am a nitwit to to believe in this "sickly" love as I had called it, they all reproach that me, and that's why I keep everything, because I do not want to see the reality, I do not want to wake up and me to realize that I do not have you.
Love, since I liked calling you like that, or if not my little girl, and when I am of coincidence
with you my heart beats so rapidly that I anticipate that it will leave or exploit.
I hope nothing of this had ended as term, I had the fault alone.
.
.
.
You did that I was falling in love with you, they were a few spectacular months, but since everything has an end, this was not the exception.
Just to be grateful to you for the time that you allowed me to be happy next to you, it does not matter for me what there spent later, only strangely this feeling, the love, to which it was refusing me to accepting; and already because.
You do not know the important thing that you were and you are in my life, you do not know as I feel on having listened to your name; the fact is that really you chase me as a soul in sorrow, I was thinking about having forgotten you, but your memory follows me to where he should want that I go.
I knew the love along with you, and only along with you I would like to feeling it again; that I am a nitwit to to believe in this "sickly" love as I had called it, they all reproach that me, and that's why I keep everything, because I do not want to see the reality, I do not want to wake up and me to realize that I do not have you.
Love, since I liked calling you like that, or if not my little girl, and when I am of coincidence
with you my heart beats so rapidly that I anticipate that it will leave or exploit.
I hope nothing of this had ended as term, I had the fault alone.
.
.
.
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