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Every smile…

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Every smile, every joke, every “look of complicity” (automatic translator alert), each one of those things we shared, we share and we will share it’s a way to tell I love you. I will not be able to tell it to you, because it seems some sort of social mistake. I will not be able to tell it to you because maybe you are a guy, and we guys don’t tell us those things. I will not be able to tell it to you because you are a girl, and it will seem I’m looking for more. I will not be able to tell it to you because I don’t speak your language very well, and I can be wrong.
Today a friend has left us.
And as it happen with my father, I’ve not been able to tell her I love her. And I want not to repeat it. Then, if sometime I smiled at you, I joked with you, or anyone of those things you know I made because I like you, I did it because I loved you. Because I love you. Because I wish I will be able to love you forever, although we can discuss, or never see us, or stop talking us.

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