I don't think that God does really exist. You probably are asking yourself "why does this crazy woman say that?" and the answer, my dear, is because he took for himself what I really deserve, what I really want, what I only wanna do: your love. I want to practice it. I want to meet you and love you until my heart stop beating. All because we both want this. I miss you, my lover, I will miss you until I'm back in your arms feeling loved and protected by you. Save me, oh, dear lover. Take me. I'm yours. Damn, I'm devoutly yours. Every damned breath that I take is yours. You own me. I want to know if I own you too. If all this words that came out of my hand by the plume are feeling by you too. I'll send you a kiss every night in a letter. This time, I only ask you to look at the moon and every time that you do that, just think on me. All my love is uncountable like the stars above in the sky. Think on me, don't forget me, you are my happiness, I won't forget you.
I'll repeat, asking for it again, don't forget me.
Me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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