It is strange what happens to me with you, without looking
for you I have found something that I feel I had lost, the freedom to know that
I can fall in love, although I will tell you that miles of walks are missing
for that, but if you hold my hand like the other day, the road it gets short. I
know that I owe you a lot of explanations, that you do not understand anything
you have read here, in this blog, that my words have unknown origins, but I
will tell you that there are only here, two stories that I must tell you, they
are quite far and deep, the rest was only entertainment as perhaps you too you
are, or maybe you will become the one she makes me stop writing, I don't know,
neither do you, so when you are ready we will talk and I will tell you those
two pieces of my lost heart that you have found.
After all I want to tell you something that has never
happened to me, that after reading what you wanted to read on this page, you
looked at me again with the eyes of the last time, your eyes touched me, and
despite being wet, I don't know Yes, because of what the texts said or because
of the beauty with which I write, but when I kissed you, if it was me, it was
not the imitation of a man you met four months ago, it was Alvarock, the one
you are about to meet.
Disculpa si escribí algo mal 😀 Intermedio humildemente.