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Thank you

It's been a long month in a long year, but it ends in the best way it could be because I'm sure I recovered a lot just jumping into the open air without a parachute.

Thank you for making me know that someone like you exist. That in some part of the world there's someone who has that kind of energy and force and tenderness that seems to be impossible to reach. Thank you for sharing and thank you for letting me see the most magnificent version of you.

Thank you for letting me know that someone like you can love and be attached to her principles at the same time. Thank you for the thoughts and the sweetness. Thank you for caring about and for the fidelity. Thank you for the pride and thank you for the joy.

Thank you for the pain, for being smart, for playing hard. Thank you for the challenges and thank you for your insecurities that let me won. Everything had been part of the story, and I'm thankful about that your weaknesses made me a stronger person.

Thank you for your beauty, for the lights in your eyes, for your intentioned smiles. Thank you for your elegance and your capacity to be sexy. Thank you for the flirt and the perfume. Those are things I will never forget. 

Thank you for the proud of feeling loved by someone that spectacular. Thanks for believing in me, follow my path, taking care and let me know that someone was there for me. Thanks for the adventures and the complicity =)

Finally thanks for the opportunity to escape, to build a better me, to realise that I can love whoever I want without a frontier, without a thought. Thanks for making me understand about the force is living on me, about the ways of saying enough and establish clear limits.

After all, I'm a better person. After all, I'm convinced that I can love =)

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