It was November, 22, and an odd year in the calendar. A rainy night in which the moon was playing hide and at times the wind whistling through the streets with almost erotic.

At the time that parents and teens arise have not been lying 800 people and 9,000 watts, the black of your eyes is crossed with the green of mine. The shyness that always accompanies me I should forget this time in the bottom of the fifth or fourth glass of cheap whiskey and, without even thinking, my feet walked towards you. The first words, two kisses on the cheeks and between us, a sweet encounter of smiles.

The music fell to silence, broken only by the clamor of those who do not want to end the night. We left the club with the name that become sea shore. "Where do you live?" He asked, "Where do you live?" I replied. What answer was that? For the first time in my life I was what I cared less and did not even try to impress with these truths innocent absences after time always takes care to admit on our behalf. "I live two blocks up." "I'll walk, lest something happen to you."

Late walking walking with full stretch pretending that little trip. I blamed a glitch fatigue, while you, however, enjoyed a sunrise improper energy of seven and still want to jump you were trying to avoid the puddles that we were encountering. As a child in your mind so mature woman and teen in your body.

And suddenly you stop, number two. Two who were three, you, your website and myself. The sky began to fall a few drops of rain and lavish you, preventing me wet in the long road to my house waiting for me, invited me up.

Forty-two stairs to second floor with elevator you never use. You front, I followed you. Left door, entered. Your roommates were sleeping and living away from their rooms were not allowed to be complicit in this sweet madness that seemed to be unaware.

You made ​​me familiar with some of your secrets and almost all of your dreams while an old TV without sound first disclosed the news of the morning. Remnants of these stories and I knew, but you, completely, unknown. Neither the height of pure selfishness, so far from you, you could imagine that for a year, among the 120 people that share without rozarnos classroom, I did not look at you and discover all that the distance allowed me. And so, I played with you in the most innocent sense of the verb conjugation first. "Surely you've gone to one of these schools of nuns and uniform." That was, I had heard a day, with your friends, remembering the days of your childhood. "Surely that will be of the class sits always in the same place." That was a right or two left on the same axis as the third row center. "Surely ..."

We talked until your eyes open no longer endured, the small needle of a clock with Roman numerals touched the penultimate letter of the alphabet. In the windows broke brilliantly raindrops, again she. And so I invited her to sleep in an empty room to be renamed as 'unexpected special guests'. Only four meters separated us eternal. I never imagined spending the night at your house, liars had, but ...

I woke up. Another told me that only clock was three hours of sleep. I got up and dressed, I sat on the bed, I thought. I came into your room to tell you that I was leaving, as I had been asked to do the night before would be more accurate to say that morning, but the prospect of the quiet days makes us break their will. I watched a few seconds while sleeping, so quiet, so quiet, so fragile ... I was sorry to wake you. I had to do it, you opened your beautiful black eyes and gave me a shy smile good morning.

I did a three-foot hole on your rest and we went again to open our lives and secrets. The meters before had become inches, though this time we also separated sheet and a blanket that he stole the cold winter. With hindsight I wonder how I did not try anything, if I died with hope, maybe it was because I knew that you are not woman one night and I'm not a man one day. Just as well.

And from there, meetings under any pretext, a jacket forgotten, some notes that did not need ... Green became a necessity.

An aqueduct weekend, my roommates left our refuge empty of students. Taking advantage of solitude, I invited you to view your favorite scary movie, although we never see it. Goodbye shame. "For some time you occupy each and every one of my thoughts." The prettiest of your smiles, a kiss ... the best night of my life.

And then that. I'd rather not remember. I can only tell you once more, like, really, sorry.

It's been three months and twelve whole leap year. And now we meet in a newly constructed power and keeping secrets but by hundreds, including ours. I have been told that another person shares with you the warm nights of cold, but when you look at me, and I look, I can still see sense in your eyes. Am I wrong?

"I do not believe That anybody Feels the way I do about you now."

And so with these words of the song one day to become our sun off, I end this letter even know if it is love , clouds of nostalgia or air of pretension for a second chance. All I know is that, after all ... I can not stop thinking about you.

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