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diary,  love stories

Are you listening my love?

I was thinking about you and I wanted to write you a letter. Νot to come back to me, I would never force you. Anyway, it is nice sometimes to write down our feelings in a paper so we could “see” them.  They look more powerful and fill us with confidence.

When the voice is trembling to admit anything and the mind is unable to put in order thoughts and words which you don’t even know that you want to say, then the ink writes history.

Where are the loves that carried it off to go through a forest full of thorns, when others hardly don’t dare to feel in their fingertips a slight pinch?

Afterwards, she closed the letter and she placed it in the drawer with the others. She knew that tomorrow, she would write to him again, albeit he doesn’t read them.

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