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A ti, mi Amor imposible....

A ti, mi Amor imposible....

I don't know if someday you'll read these words. Maybe not. Maybe they get lost like so many of our things: what wasn't, what couldn't be, what in another world perhaps would have been perfect.

But still I need to write to you Because when love cannot be lived, at least it must be said. My lips are withered from not feeling yours. So silent the kisses that stayed in the throat,
to imagine what it would have been like lose ourselves in an embrace with no fear, no limits, no guilt. Now I am left with silence, the one that hurts more than any goodbye.
And my hands ... My hands are empty because I don't feel yours. How they longed to seek you, to touch you without reservation, entangled in you like someone who finds home.
But there were always walls between us real or taxed they left us on the edge, teasing us without arriving. My eyes... My eyes closed because I can't see yours in front of me.
Your look was always a distant refuge, a promise that could not be fulfilled, and yet... how much your eyes spoke to me. How much they yelled at me that our mouths kept quiet.
You and I were a story without pages, a book that destiny left unfinished. Nos tocó amarnos en silencio, love with your soul while life was telling us "no".
And still, how great was this feeling, how deeply real, even if I only lived in the invisible. I never rebuke the impossible,
because the impossible is not chosen... it hurts, it accepts, it cries. But if there's anything left of you and it's so much is the certainty that ours was love,
though it would not be written with presence, even though it doesn't have a happy ending. Maybe someday the world will receive us in another skin, another time. Maybe we just cross to teach each other
that there are loves that don't die even if they never begin. And if so, if this love should live alone in my bosom, then I will treasure it, not to let it go... but to survive it.
Because my lips are withered not to feel yours, My hands are empty because I don't feel yours, and my eyes closed because I can't see yours in front of me... but my heart is full.
Full of you. With the love I can never give you, but it was always yours. ❤🥰🙏👏😍🤩😎😘 The Mad Poet ...
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