Today, sitting on the porch of my house, I remembered an ex girlfriend of mine. Or of all. Thoughtfully, I cultivated in myself all the nostalgia that they still give me and I decided to smile with that. As I always do when I remember what it’s like to like someone.

Today maybe there’s another guy sharing a bed with you, telling the same jokes I told you and biting your ear. In fact, I know it exists, but I just wanted to create a hypothesis to make it look cooler.

Anyway, I just hope he knows how much you like coffee, and so appreciates the charm that is you holding the cup with those small eyes. I also hope he understands how much you don’t like it when you’re bitten too hard. And, of course, let him know how you like to have sex in unusual places. I mean, I think he doesn’t even need to know that part.

Maybe if I met you again today, I’d be with you even if you’d just gotten out of jail for murder. Not because you were beautiful and you sucked me in with that “I devour you” look, but because after living a little I praised the qualities you had. Things in life.

Which, as you know, I don’t regret. I had to live, travel and wake up to life. You know it was the best thing for me and this respect you had for my moment is, for sure, one of my biggest reasons to be proud of having been your boyfriend.

As much as I haven’t painted my ass red and declared our love on national television, know that, at the height of my few words, you painted a little bit of my story hand in hand with me. I hope you remember me as I remember you, the details, the trips and, of course, the clothes and shoes I complained about so much.

Remember how I was a twat? I’ve changed a little, but I admit, I still find feet something from beings from another planet. And yes, I also continue to think that a miniskirt loses its charm when the intention is to convince someone, with just that, that there is a big woman there.

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And believe it or not, I still have all our pictures. Not for any special reason, or for a crazy daydream, but because I think it’s nice to remember our stories and point them out as necessary phases in a life of such happy moments. I hope you keep it too. But if you don’t, at least don’t throw them away, I revealed them all with such affection…

So, today at the height of my little affection, I tell you: I will never forget you. Because I don’t have a memory problem. You taught me so much, to be a more smiling man and happy to enjoy the little pleasures of life.

I wish I had liked you more, I confess, paid you more attention and worried less about work. But maybe, this text is a little bit of what I wanted so much for myself. I hope you’re proud of me.

Know that my kiss is still sweet, my smile wide and my hair pull with the same firmness as always – they say. And as I know you’d like to know: yes, I still sleep close to the wall and take up half the bed. I still like the cold and I turn on the coldest air just to camouflage myself under the covers.

I still talk with my hands and I like to play wrestling every Sunday morning. And, of course, I still look like a kid when I get sick.

I, who have always been the poet of my own life, always hope to keep you on the shelf of my best deeds. And that at the end of this text, you smile. No fear that I’m seeing you. Just smile with the simple objective of knowing that our moments will always be ours. We were a dream that passed, but we will always be a memory-smile inside ours, a day together, hearts.

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