The Hearts

All leave our footprints in the sand. In people. In the hearts. As they come to mean so much to us, we come to mean in their lives. A few days ago, a nine year old girl tried to teach me a truth: when you love someone, you must tell them because it is important. For this reason, I have today proposed me tell you when I love you; today I want to say how much I love; today I looked at my hands and I’ve noticed account not reach me to write all the valuable that they mean to me. However, I’m going to write!, I will write without fear, doubt and without shame.

Why am I going to feel ashamed to say how much I love you, how much I love? I defend the truth with my shield and my sword. I am not going to let the dark opaque my heart, because my heart possesses the light that never fails. I don’t know what I mean to you, just know that you mean much to me. I may never know exactly who are those who love me, because many love in silence, but I will love you with my whole being into unit. I want to tell you that you have marked my life. You’ve been the protagonist of many scenes along the same, and that thanks to you today I am stronger. I want to tell you that you’ve awakened from my bowels something so wonderful to me is impossible to describe, and that today more that never want you to know that I love you. I want to tell you that when you gave me your hand, I could move because I support in your support, because I thought when you told me that I could do it, and because I lent your tears when already He had exhausted the mine.

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