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I write this letter with the complicity of the moonless and starless night, which makes me travel to days that no longer exist, to times when love made the grey winter sky light up and transported our bodies to incandescent places of passion.
I will write as a postscript: urgent delivery to nowhere, because I haven't heard from you for a long time, I don't know which road you took or where in the world you forgot me.
Undoubtedly it was the best thing for both of us, we were chained to a toxic love that made our lives a hell that tied us to the emotional dependence we had and did not allow us to move forward in different directions like any normal couple, that combined freedom, trust and love without destroying the latter.
We were young, inexperienced, daring, we believed that love was enough to keep us happy and we never imagined that routine would end up replacing the feeling and that time would be the executioner of our mistakes.
Years have gone by and I still don't forget those days of madness, those endless nights and the promises that vanished but that kept us together those months.
Wherever you are and whoever you are with, I hope that you have found true love as I have and that you continue to remember the days we spent together, chained to a passion that devoured us.