Love and I have nothing but surrender. I am writing to you today with a sea of tears in my eyes, and a thousand flags of nostalgia.
I do not like the game of words, their interpretations, and the path of writing steeped in suffering, but I find myself compelled to step through it to you, and to put what burdens my days with sadness and anxiety on your scale. And a voice was sending joy in my joy. I didn't realize how cruel this absence is! What it means is that I get lost in the maps of nostalgia, looking for a way out to guide me about my other half, the one I lost without knowing, and how my history turns into a few moments, in which all faces are absent and your face remains immortal in it. I imagined my life if I had not met you; I only found a picture of a gloomy face living in a shell of sadness.. He had no single purpose but to escape from everything stuck in his memory. I am the one who favored me the days when I put you in my path.