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to the point that I hear noise, so that it is too late. When I was


I had a little down to write letters. Letters true, made of paper, crumpled and ruined. They were not meant to be placed in an envelope and mailed with a stamp, preserved in a box and all I was hoping that that box was delivered to someone some day. The arguments that passive treatment from the most mundane to the deepest, and there was a purpose to all this, not to mention the recipient then. The famous "man of my life." I wrote to him, because I wanted to talk to someone I could trust, someone I could listen to someone, even if I had not the faintest idea who he was that someone. Then I stopped. I do not know why, I do not know when, and I honestly do not know where the damn box full of words. The only certainty I had was that the person I had heard was a person I loved. Of course I was a kid absurd.
And now with the letters I gave up, but when I have my ipod, and my summer night I want to come here and write, write. A thousand things to tell you, to tell you many things. I do not know why, I had made the promise not to write more than you want to keep, I is not falling, I'm not wrong, nothing like that. But here, I'd love you to listen to me. Although I feel that would be totally subjective, because I see everything through different eyes now, I'm seriously happy ... and I do not know either. I just want to talk, talk during these nights. Why yes, because I like it, because I now I know for sure. You are my anchor point. It sounds like a sentence really sickly sweet, and actually it is. But so, when I feel lost when they are no longer sure of anything I remember who you are and therefore know exactly who I am. Do not ask how all this nonsense to happen, but it is. You're my hometown. And this statement I am not here to explain it, is a theory that I came out in a chat night. You know what? Now if we were one of those American TV show you'd be sitting outside the steps leading to the veranda of your beautiful villa and I would come to you with something to drink, I would sit next to you, you smile and make their dawn talking and joking. No kisses, no romantic phrases, no declarations or effect profondamente.Solo things as a teenager in love with you and me, because I should be so, because it would be nice. Instead I wonder what'll be combined at this time. It does not really matter anyway, wherever you are, smile back.