Cartas a mi yo adolescente

Cartas a mi yo adolescente

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Desde hace tiempo quise escribir a mi yo del pasado. No le escribiría para que cambie las cosas, porque son ellas las que me han llevado hasta donde estoy hoy mismo. Pero conozco a varias personas que lo han hecho a modo de "avisar" sobre qué tenía en ese momento y qué iba a aprender de si mismo y de la sociedad. Y ya se irá viendo, pero en aquella época yo era alguien sumamente apagado y que se fiaba muy poco de las personas ya que le habían fallado muchas veces. Amigos, amor, estudios, familia.... ¡Ay si tu supieras! Pretendo que aquellas personas que estén en esa época o que aquellos que hayan pasado por situaciones similares, vean que de todo se sale y que la vida con sus altibajos es maravillosa como decía mi amado Andrés Montes (sí, por si te lo preguntas, nos sigue gustando, aunque a modo de spoiler: ha fallecido). Y ante todo como dice aquella pintada en Zaragoza, por favor, "Sonríe que yo invito"
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"Stop pretending. Boyfriend, right? With whom you'll be hanging out once Eth and your Dad are gone." I stared at him in disbelief. "What more things are you gonna do? I would love to know more." "Dante please, leave." I tried to push him away but instead he held my hands and pinned them behind me pulling me closer to him, our chest crashed with each other. His one hand came up to my lips, I gulped hard he looked really angry. His eyes landed on my lips tracing his thumb over my bottom lip he asked "Did he kiss you?" I remained quiet. Taking his gaze off my lips he looked me in the eye and asked again "Did he kiss you?" "Why do you care?" I asked back. ************************************** Dante Armel, a billionaire to whom success is everything and the word love, it doesn't have any meaning in his life. He does care about people, his people whom he loves the most and can go any extent to protect them. Emily Hart, an innocent girl with a horrible past, adopted at the age of 15 after her parents death in an accident. Can't say what relationship they shared in the past but one misunderstanding leads Dante to hate Emily but still he can't stop caring about her, being a jealous ass on seeing her with some other guy. But there is something about Emily no one knows, not even Dante. Let's see what this love-hate relationship leads to in the end....

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