Będę tęsknić wam bardzo

I will go more far that I've never gone. I don't know if I will come back soon. But it's an unavoidable decision. And you know it. And now just keep that you can do something. Because of yes. Because everybody knows it unless you. She is gone and the story never has an end. But it's that: who said that about if something finish wrong it isn't just an end? Now yes it's an end. And I swear that I just need a hug, that this was more as I've never felt, and that as much to write, years and years, all over the world, I can't never enough say how much I thought in our story. One day, in my sixteen birthday, I had the best present ever: be saved by something more than just an story. Thank you, all of this it's for you. A person who made me feel how I've never felt and cry until stop to breathe. But I know that it's love, and all I know about that is because of you. And one day, probably very far away, I will have my diary full of old, yellow pages, and I'm going to read them checking the countless times that I wrote your name. So I'll remember that once I could dream with somebody without know how much cruel is the love.

But, who said that I'm gone now if actually I did it along time ago? If you've never could win you pride before, why are you going to do it now? So, it's you last chance for change the way I see you now.

Good lucky my friend, but actually I think your pride doesn't leave you alone...