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The last time I saw you

The last time I saw you we were normal. You were covered by flowers and made of apple rings.

Your skin was the projection of incredible adventures and in your eyes lived all the joy you were always needed to live. The smile was infinite and always mysterious.

The last time I saw you we were nothing, we were beginning the fight against the universe, and we were defeated that time.

We had no more projections than tomorrow, and we were not tied than by the morning messages that made your distracting smiles, that forced my creativity to the limits.

The last time I saw you I saw my dreams in French, my relentless thoughts in English, my curiosity about how much you can achieve in the Spanish we always explored.

I like your ideas in three languages, I loved your feelings in one unique sensation.

That time was full of surprises and emotions, but everything erased by the now. The last time I saw you were the first time I didn't understand the world.

The last time I saw you I don't even remember it. It's printed in some pictures and saved in the middle of nowhere. It's stored in two digital pictures, it has disappeared in the inscription of no memories. But it's not a special day. It's not an issue anymore.

What would it happen if I would see you one more time? What if I could count on you if I could show you the amazing man I think I am now. What if you would meet the fantastic people I have known in all these years. What if I could listen to your life in French and talk about mine in German.

The last time I saw you I wasn't aware you will go forever to never see me again...


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