I didn't know what she did. I just knew that it wasn't her fault. She couldn't remember anything about that night and she's was there, I didn't knew if she's was going to stay there the rest of her life. The only hope or wish she had was that I kept going every night when the A.M started...if she could remember that I went every night...and if she could remember me it made very happy. I hoped every night that she didn't forget about me.
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un amor no correspondido o correspondido..?
-esta es mi primera historia y no me culpen si no cumplen sus expectativas o no les gusta estoy haciendo mi intento de una historia ^^"