Mail to Sofia

Dear Sofia, I’m loving another woman and I’m loving her with all that serenity that you never granted me, now I understand that love is this, lining up days of happiness not necessarily conquered with continuous struggles. She is beautiful and consistent, the magic of consistency is so amazing that I can’t describe it to you, you have never succeeded in this spell. I’m fine, she took my life and my head into her own hands and made everything match, she gave meaning and order to my house, it was the place where I saved myself. There are sunny days and everyone tells me that I am a new person and I also feel like I can eat the clouds. I leave work first because sometimes I miss her too much and I need to see her, we see each other every day but only when I’m with her I don’t think about anything and I think I can save the world so understand me because every time I run to hug her as soon as possible. I don’t love you anymore and you don’t love me anymore but I write to you because when we meet I see it as you look at me and I can also see how I look at you, I Sofia I don’t love you anymore but you remain the love of my life, there is only one love of life and we have known it, loved it, loved it and then we stopped missing it but you remain the love of my life, it is difficult to make it to others understand but I disassemble myself when I see you, I change my eyes and heart, I come back old, it only lasts a moment because I, and you can’t, we can The more we allow ourselves, but that moment is always there, like when I call you on the phone to know how you are, that moment is always there because you are the love of my life, the inconsistency, the struggles, the obstinace I with you and for you all this I could bear. If I have to describe love I’m talking about her but if they ever asked me about something that goes beyond love I’d talk about you because you resist even though I stopped loving you a long time ago.”