🌹🤎I probably wasn't anything special to you.
Like any comedy of love,
a light book that you forget as soon as you finish it,
a vacation day in the midst of holidays,
a pleasant gift but not what "Oh my God,
that was just what I wanted!"
I think I was the one who is not told to friends because "Who knows how it goes".
When I was writing you did not flinch,
if I called you in the midst of a whole world away from me,
you didn't do everything to free yourself and answer.
You made love willingly,
you hugged me willingly.
But gladly he knows of boredom,
he knows of someone who is satisfied.
But please don't forget me.
For me you were like one of those unknown movies you find yourself watching
suddenly an ordinary evening and you fall in love with it.
You have been like one of those books where you underline sentences,
"pecks" at the pages,
one of those books that make you all say "I insist, you MUST read it...
Can I tell you what it's about?"
You were like the first day of vacation after months of work,
the gift I've always wanted,
what,
when you discard it,
all the others are useless.
I also told my eighty-year-old neighbor about you,
even my mother.
My cats,
my dog,
the birds in my garden know about you.
Even my bedroom wall knows about you.
I had to tell everyone.
When you wrote to me,
my hand was shaking as I opened the message.
To answer your call,
I would have done the Olympics too,
I think.
I was making love with you because otherwise I would die...
You understand the difference,
right?
Now I am writing to leave you,
I don't want to see you fall asleep under the illusory blankets of my love.
I know,
it seemed like it was enough.
But that's not enough.
I want you to fall in love.
Okay, just please don't forget me...
🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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