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And one day return. I was not expecting. Just as the sun comes the morning, he came and greeted me as if nothing ... For months he did not, and that message I left in one piece, is actually me talking ... Rare. Very rare, never in my wildest dreams have imagined anything like that. He and I we were talking as if nothing had happened. Suddenly I felt nostalgia, really missed him and I miss him. What will she think of me? Can she still love him? Surely he realized is that I am so obvious at times. The truth, until I was a bit of sadness, suddenly remembered why we had stopped talking .... Was she in the background, I do not know, nor could say that I hate, no, hate is a feeling too ugly, corroded the minds of its holders. No, not hate, I guess I must be envious. She has what I want to have, it is master of its most ardent glances, those that I dreamed and wished they were for me ... But hey, you have to give up, life itself is so ... I must have done in my past life so that it touches me so bad Karma. I'm not going to question who was in earlier times, but that is to blame, he does (LOL). The reunion itself lasted a few minutes, very few for my taste. But it was me who ended it early, is that had things to do. He was very entertaining, I think he also talked about everything, like we did a year ago ... We were again, those two people who could hang talking nonsense, making up stories clouds of snowflakes or imagining FUTURESCO cartoons (If there is not that word?) I was happy, happy because he finally talked to me first, rarely giving the stuff. But then I started thinking, why is it parked right now? When he finally was getting out of my heart. Life is unfair to me, never stopped thinking about it. If he knew that every night I fall asleep feeling her perfume, tildaría me crazy, of obsessive, and would be right. Do not deny it. Never ever. But make sure (because swearing is ugly, well, mo could not) that it is not obsessive, it's because I like that particular perfume. I love it as the person wearing it every day. He could tell he was about to reach the place where I was only because he felt its fragrance in the air, was like a hound. And I never tired of feeling, I'm not tired ... At this point I think I'm not tired of it, their stories or their histeriqueadas. I'll make an effort and try to make my life without him the way I desire. To live a love story worthy of me and keep in touch with that person in my life intermittently. But it is as necessary as the air we breathe ...

This came from the heart of Yui-chan