I wrote again, but today is an afternoon too rare, I can say that I love you, but I love you more than you imagine. A week ago I loved you, I thought, I wonder, distresses me to hear that you were not near me, but you were, you were so far away and ... you were in another, if, else, now you're farther than you can feel, it's a slow death, cold and quiet that surrounds our hearts torment me not knowing that you left me, nor will I melt into tears, I know understand this reality is nothing unusual, perhaps the rarity comes from knowing that you did frankly I was not expecting you, but again,

I do not think you're different from others. Is ending as you do not know what you built. And your heart will not feel the drama we parted, because you'll be so happy, I forget how dear a pledge forget to think you've already forgotten, however, know also that in times to come you will remember me a few minutes and eager to be loved the same way that I love and miss my kisses and my hugs, and strange too that night confused, not stars but with love and remember your promise, your words, your eyes and a penalty will invade the know that you did not have hours cumplido.Tu not as sad as mine, lest he loved me deeply as I love you, and the hours are over, they make distant dreams, that smile on you this even further, Now we look at it from two opposite sides, and lift your eyes and you say goodbye my love, you're just so close to lose, loss, of losing each other. That finished, our stars stop dancing, stop flying our birds, to dry our pool of water that will die this flowering plant, all expired, and you will not be so sad because I might not like I loved you.

Love letter sent by Mejía Jhonnatan