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What is left of those days when time seemed to stand still, and promises were read in our gazes that longed to scream in the midst of silence?
Those moments when breathing in unison was the existential motive that united us.
What came between our dusk and dawn? Well, I don't know what time it is anymore, and it all seems like the narrative inertia of a memory that struggles not to settle as such.
Tell me, without extenuating and without escaping my thoughts, why do I keep writing legends with endings full of darkness, if I was reborn thanks to that unique and intense kiss where we discover ourselves vulnerable, daring to dream of a happy ending?
I long for those moments when the world stopped, when our gazes met and time seemed to be suspended. Longing to regain that connection, that complicity that made us feel complete.
What ripped me from your arms? What put its shadow between us, so that this emptiness takes over my soul, and the hope of a happy ending fades away?
I need to go back to those days when our love was the only reality that mattered, and nothing else could come between our beating hearts.
Today, I am left with only the nostalgia of what was, and the uncertainty of what could have been. My soul cries out for that union, that synchronicity that made us one.