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know how he could give so vivid color my gray dawn, how he would, and n sun and enlighten both a night so dark and ominous. Perhaps we are the eclipse, that blessed eclipse my sun her whole bit me your moon. The truth is that from the very short time span that I know, heme dared to change very unique way. Heme changed many perceptions of life, luck, happiness, love. Therefore, it is more than special, this casket is that every child longs to discover at the foot of a rainbow, it's that four-leaf clover planted a dwarf but warily I found, "is that moment of joy for our parents to receive our most pleasing news is that song that makes every moment of true remembr past we will never forget, is that gift that always wanted us to bring Santa down the chimney -but a family member for nothing honorable we have sworn that Santa does not exist and we wanted even to come through the window, "is becoming one of those things and, most curious, all at once.
And all my insights would not have taken any way if I had not had certain guidelines, certain people who made me see the reason for my mistakes, why consider them friends and why mine has always been my pleasure to be with them, or just talk, "and also made me see the prejudice that I thought I had no thought I do not invade. It is that sometimes you think many things are not always true, and I fell in the most absurd. And it is seldom that a person who just met dares to say things as raw-and-so I like to tell you're a gaznápiro if you think about such things as age, if ever you think is wrong be greater than this because, perhaps, a lifetime you were accustomed to older women, then yes, the truth, always brought me under unnecessary conflicts with its volatility, its indecision, lack of character, but by small grasshoppers, thank you because you're the first person to make me see how stupid that was my reasoning, so discredited that he had been thinking about something as trivial as measuring the age at the time and no reason to maturity. Thanks, too, Fran. Thank you that even without knowing your pessimism and confessed in a way you supported me and made me remember many things. Things like "well you know her? I believe that chronological age is not what matters ..."," Sometimes the 'girls' have forgotten that the boys "and making me see that love can have it either, but love very few, make me see, too, did not have to 'conquer' but allow it to give to everyone is afraid to love again but you have to take risks. Thanks also for not take me as a psychologically damaged, though it probably is, to find out my 'special friend', thanks to sneak around on top of my outings with her (not the special friend, you know who I mean.) And, well ... How not to thank you, more than brother! There are no tags for us, or at least to me for you, "you are more than a friend, a cousin, a brother, inclusive. Thanks for bursting the bubble in which he was immersed, while unable to hear out, not able to feel what is outside and realize that he had no fucking idea what was 'Being in love. " I swear you killed me with that question, did not know what to say and neither knew what to tell you. Made me think hard, you know? And I could draw a conclusion from all that talk, I understand your point of view unfamiliar to me. And, of course, was unknown because I never knew 'being in love', so far. Thanks for sharing these outbreaks of wisdom of yours, for making me remember things that happened many, many evenings talking while we were doing the task, so many nights full of rum, filled with tracks, full of words, full of laughter, full of joy. All this made me remember how much I love you and why I do it. Is that love is not a partner, not parents, not siblings, to no one: it's everyone. I love humanity above all things and so I do best every day, so I think a lot and I correct myself even more. But love in particular, is earned over time (not measured chronologically) and experiences, especially. Thanks also to my sister foreign, by the endless discussions we had about the loves, respectively. Because you know what we said, everything we talked about, what we recommend. Because not only was I the council, not only I spoke about it, you also told me many valuable things, sister, and that's why I love you. Every time we talk helped me to remember many things I thought forgotten, made me recall many I thought I lost time. Thanks, and last but not least, to that person that helped me but do not know. Because to tell of their problems, and write what I wrote, I advised. You may not know, but the write stuff about love, about risk, about giving everything and not regret I did think. Is that whatever I put it without thinking, without using the right but with all the feeling that I could have gotten. I did not think but react. And sometimes that's better, better stop thinking so much, because I had so many problems with it, which I dedicate all my past writings, and just react, react with the heart and soul, to react with feelings, sensations, and leave the brain and when there is reason to her.
Well, I think it is worth thank you, and just why I do here, "because it is already very grateful to you, my love. Is that without you none of this would have been possible, there would be advice from any person mentioned above, there would be no happiness that now I live and I do not want deshabitármela. I do not know, frankly, what the hell have written all this month had it not been for you. I do not know what would I have done this holiday that was so empty before you, and now, full of everything. Well now live 'three meters above the sky,' and that I owe. Just as I owe you, too, many things that now I am proud to be or think, or even do-many of which I am telling you slowly and you trusted me, and understand more, too. Is that you have spoken so much in so little time! And I'm glad of that, because that means that you get tired of listening, reading me, treat me. And I love your stalker so unique, too. The truth is that now I have left many bad habits for your sake, and I know well you know. I want to be seen differently, so it is clear to see, talk, hold, feel me. We spent hours and hours writing to lack of space for ourselves, and have no regrets. Hémosnos made to feel that special chemistry including the web, as they once told me. And no day goes by without talk, no messages, not chat, and we do not say goodbye without really meaning to. There are many good days I write, there are few good afternoon to give us almost nothing a good night ... but nothing compares to our 'good mornings'.
