There are many things in the heart of the one who loves you; you live in his soul, your ghost inhabits his eyes, he remembers things through you, and when you are absent, he loses his stability, his life becomes just a moment suspended in longing. You are the water of his heart; won’t you water it? And the sky of his eyes; won’t it rain? He writes to you as if you were the only cause for which he was created. Between one letter and the next, he slips a kiss, and if you look closely between the lines, you will find a tear. And on the rhyme of his poems, he erects his wishes.. to be with you. Imagine! He memorizes your dates; your birthday, the day he met you, the day of your first embrace, the days of your absence, the days of rain with you, the moments when your laughter crossed his heart, the day of your first tear, the days he cried without you knowing, and the day you told him: We are not meant for each other. You are his history; won’t you bring him back his birth?