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How was the space of our absence filled? I cannot explain it with certainty. I don't want to understand how we filled ourselves with circumstances without looking at each other, to rediscover the dormant passion.
I only know that when I see your gaze and evoke your voice, not the one of now, but the one of my memory, the one you seek in my eyes, clean as the first time, full of violet hues where this odyssey of platonic love rose.
With innocent touches of spirit that chained hopes of a better time to sow what we can today.
It is the hope of facing the fear that paralyses existence, that freezes this immense desire to make you happy.
To see you grow from nova to shining star, from dawn soul to moonlit night with stars that draw impossible loves. Episodes as a legacy for the children, for those who saw it and suffered it.
They exist in our souls, with their own encounters with truth before absence was filled with this marvellous presence that I do not intend to abandon.
The certainty of the eternity of this love that rises above desires. It will be the grey hairs that mark the path, of the life already taken, with the desire to look at your happiness.
To undertake each day as if it were the last, and to provide you with everything to make you happy. It is exponential love, as each day gives the necessary light to breathe and feel you.
I'll go ahead so as not to miss the dawn of your life, drawn on the sheets that I envy for touching you so much. It's how I wish to dawn the next days of my life!