Some people come into your life randomly, slightly, popping the door to see if there is someone in the room. And you're there, give them welcome, but you do it without thinking, without suspecting what impact it will have on you.
So it happened that a simple email to someone who just wanted to arise in a simple sequence of letters on the screen of a PC, to be followed two years of experience unique: a cascade of words and thirst for knowledge, laughs, lots, and tears, many, nights spent in the grip of a hug, waiting for the sunrise that never came, hoping that never comes, say goodbye, my heart in turmoil, only to find themselves in the warmth of friendship built brick by brick, look in the eye and, after months, read a different feeling, stronger, almost painful, because destined to be destroyed; deal with the depths of the soul, and despite feeling rejected precisely because of that feeling, and so find neighborhood away from the world, refugees in the other not caring one doubts, fears for the future.
These are our two years, and among much else, that I struggle to write but do not forget. Will guard them as a great little treasure in my heart bruised, to remind me that I have lived, suffered and loved.
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