❤I
held you in my heart,
sheltered
from everything,
protected
by everything.
You
are there,
in
that corner of happiness,
in
that special uncontaminated space and different from the rest.
Because
there is nothing more precious than what we hold only for ourselves,
that
we keep secret,
nothing
is more important than what we jealously guard in our thoughts.
Certain
things we do in silence,
in
that little backstory of our heart:
sharing
them would mean a bit 'to frustrate them,
make
them trivial,
make
them available to anyone,
but
those features of our history are just for us,
we
deal with every day without waving.
Also
because no one would understand so much love for something that
killed you,
nobody
would know how to touch those emotions with the delicacy they deserve
and without judging them.
It
would be easy for anyone to say, "How? All this importance to
one who has left you? ".
It
would be too difficult to understand our answer: "No, you are
wrong, she has never moved even for a moment from my heart".
💖💕💖
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