duminică, 23 martie 2014

TRUE LOVE, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

She does not know English. She speaks French: the lovely language of artists and writers. And I love her. Remember, Seven, I told you I fell out of love with her. It was a lie. I still love her and it will be forever. Eliberto has told me that it is a platonic one but the word does not correspond to what I feel. I prefer the word "pure". Sex is not important. It sounds weird, but it was always that way. All I want is to be with her, share our lives, live our ways together.¿Strange? I´m more, but not more rare than those who really know for sure the meaning of love. I´m mad but not wrong. Well, for those who think I am nuts, keep on thinking so. Perhaps only nuts love completely in a way nobody else does. Why do I say this today?...You and her will find it out soon. I´m not crazy or insane. I was. Now I´m just one who loves. (Must be the Greenhouse effect, everybody is doing things nobody did ever) I love you. Good Night

22.03.2014, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

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