Nothing more to say Today I decided to write a little of this story History for its past and the plot that existed in it

Nothing more to say Today I decided to write a little of this story History for its past and the plot that existed in it None of this is about you, or me, or what we were or became. It is an inopportune moment where our worlds collided. All our steps, meetings and experiences already had the future captured, It wasn't just any moment, the one in which I analyzed you and with suspicious suspicion I stayed in your life. It wasn't just any moment, that one when you didn't know the purity of my love And yet I know that the reflection of your loneliness torments you when you refuse to paint colors your life. It is very true that life leaves clues, life speaks to you stealthily without any soundthat is where you had to fit the facts and understand your life message. But it was not like that, many things were not made for the people who do not appreciate happiness; That is why your decisions never They will be the correct ones and much less will they bring joy to your heart. In that case, I have not been good at controlling my impulses, more than once I have acted without sitting down to think. In any case, if my life had come with a manual, the most I'm sure he wouldn't have known how to read, so don't think that the imbalance He is alone on your side. From the beginning and until now, after burning at the stake of the past everything that could have been our destiny, I still remember that when I looked at you my mind was suspended because your eyes were two abysses, bottomless holes, never They conveyed no feelings or brilliance. It was already customary to torture me in your absence and my blindness; Without stopping to think about you I managed to write more than one line. It's now that I wake up and remember "it's not human to forgive." entirely, nor understand the life of those who are absent from their own reality". In any case, I forgive half, your lack of sanity, your mask and impudence. Recovering this lost time.the future always hides part of the truth that in the past you never find. It's never too late to cultivate new dreams, Even if I have to carry a piece of you. And here I conclude giving the world my complete clarity, this happy ending Happy because you have never been of any use, I was blatantly wrong, and still I have with me our son (ours so as not to say that I am the Virgin Mary) as shows that we were not so wrong.