... it's so.
write to me at this moment, certain that nobody will read these lines, if not by accident, among a long time.
E 'strange even this need in doing so, not because someone can spend a few moments of your precious time in my minute space intimate. More than anything else is the opportunity for that to happen. But it does not have to happen because I already feel satisfied.
Imagine being able to send a message in the ether, whatever it is, maybe a song you love, your boyfriend's an important phrase, a thought given birth in a lonely evening, a phrase heard in a film that moved you and you wanted to write to you, and that this may turn endlessly over our heads, the air we breathe and that potentially could inadvertently pass through the ears of someone to be so at last (or not) heard. It 's fascinating. And it makes you feel good. Gets rid of something inside you and that weighed a lot more air it is going through at this very moment, like a bright meteor that does not end though.
So I can send into the ether the idea of \u200b\u200bthe opportunity to send you a message but did not really do it ... or maybe I'm doing.
In any case I'm better already.
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