Nuestros secretos
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Hace 4 años que comenzó nuestra historia, ambos hemos pasado tantas cosas juntos, que a veces no sé si la vida nos quiere juntos o separados, pero aquí estamos, sobrepasando las expectativas de todos los que nos rodean, hasta las nuestras, aprendiendo el uno del otro, creciendo, amándonos y en otras ocasiones odiándonos.
Eramos muy jóvenes cuando empezamos, lo digo como si fuéramos viejos, pero realmente no sabíamos nada de la vida cuando emprendimos está aventura de estar juntos, tenemos tantos secretos, que a veces siento que si te dejo, te llevarías una parte de mi.
Voy a contarles a todo cada momento, desde el inicio, hasta este momento en el que he decidido plasmarlo todo en palabras, por si algún día sufro de amnesia, pueda recordar cada momento en el que fue feliz, cada momento en que dimos todo el uno por el otro.
Está es la historia de Emiliano y yo, pronto sabrán quien soy.
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