She still being beutiful! But I knew the inner woman first, since -by the time when we ran into- I never asked a picture and, if I did it, I never saw one.
I started to love the woman who loved her man, her bonds to a young man who possibly is gone and failed.
Who knows? (I don´t care)
She seems to be younger, but I have loved the spirit of her writings, the inspiration she spilled on me, that time when we became penfriends on cantv.net
Purposely I erased part of that love story I built for myself. Time made me fail to remember the emotions I owned and dreamed about.
She´s there! Always near, when I´m going too far. Hugs to this memory, reluctant woman.
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