I open the drawer and look with nervous hands. You have to be here among all these old letters, wrapped in the smell of old paper. My fingers like an army of ants methodically goes through each and each of the papers and my heart races as I approached my arteries tightening at the end of the drawer without finding the damn letter. Must be, I clearly remember having put in the drawer, I remember perfectly how each of your words tore my heart, I remember many tears watered the paper and still do every time I remove the drawer to read it again.
reached the end and the letter is not. I needed that piece of paper. After seven years I have never seen, walked by a cobbled street in the heart smiling as a guy took his hand. I was happy and seemed in love.
need to break the letter and forget it forever. He is happy with another man and I can not keep thinking in it. A rebuilt his life and I have to redo mine, out of this dark room and forgotten. I need to find that letter, his last letter, the only one that said I wanted to break. Exhausted, he ducked his head and see a paper on the floor under the table. The last time I took the drawer to read it I had to hit the ground. The lame, is the letter I wanted, I recognize the tracks of my tears.
I will break it, fix your fingers on it decided ... but what if I read his farewell before last?
unfold it and start reading ...
reached the end and the letter is not. I needed that piece of paper. After seven years I have never seen, walked by a cobbled street in the heart smiling as a guy took his hand. I was happy and seemed in love.
need to break the letter and forget it forever. He is happy with another man and I can not keep thinking in it. A rebuilt his life and I have to redo mine, out of this dark room and forgotten. I need to find that letter, his last letter, the only one that said I wanted to break. Exhausted, he ducked his head and see a paper on the floor under the table. The last time I took the drawer to read it I had to hit the ground. The lame, is the letter I wanted, I recognize the tracks of my tears.
I will break it, fix your fingers on it decided ... but what if I read his farewell before last?
unfold it and start reading ...
"We convey deep sorrow because the news that his wife was on the ship of our company which sank, was killed on February 14 of ... "
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