You imagine how unrequited love hurts, I confess that I had a great
love, which despised my feelings.
I know we can not rule our hearts, but she could have given me at least an
opportunity to make her happy.
I do not feel any bitterness, much less hatred, I do not wish no harm,
but I need to make this confession, otherwise I will die suffocated.
Our love is like a child who was not born, it had everything to be a
wonderful story, but you did not want it that way, things of the heart.
(Collaboration and review: Ana Lúcia de Menezes)
Luís
Fernando Bruno
2017
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