Now all that's left to say is that I've forgotten you, love.
Now there are only the poems that made that broken heart.
Now I can say that there are few memories and I'm bad even to remember faces, smells, your hands.
Maybe later I won't remember, but quiet love, the texts will always keep the essence of the one I don't know now, the story of a love where I was the only one in love.
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Good bye, but you know you can say hello to many people