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I feel like I'm flying, like I'm floating, when I think of you.

No! I'm not perfect… I have qualities, I have flaws… but I've never hurt or played with anyone's feelings, on the contrary… I gave everything I had best to be well… I'm simply me! I'm not perfect, but in my imperfection I am me without a mask..

We kiss with our eyes, we touch with our hands.

I want nothing more than to feel your lips on my cheek and the long-awaited touch of our hands and lips, of secrets, of feelings, of emotions, it says it all.

I'm just me. I don't demand anything from anyone.

Sometimes I'm good, too good… and sometimes I'm silent.

Sometimes I do things because I have to and not because I want to.

Maybe I'd like you to know that I think every day about what it would have been like if you had stayed by my side.

We change after every breakup, because a part of us remains with the people who leave, and we, in order to recover, to heal all the pain, need time, affection, and help.