I don't like the game of words, their interpretations, and the path of writing steeped in suffering, but I find myself compelled to step towards you through them, and to put what weighs down my days with sadness and anxiety on your scale.. Asking you to solve my case, and to be fair between me and what absence has stolen from hugs, glances, and a voice that used to bring joy to my soul. I didn't realize how cruel this absence is! And what it means to get lost in the maps of nostalgia, searching for a way out that will guide me to my other half, the one I lost without knowing, and how my history turns into a few moments, in which all faces disappear and yours remains immortal in them. I imagined my life if I hadn't met you; I found nothing but the image of a gloomy face living in a shell of sadness.. He has no single goal but to escape from everything that clings to his memory. I am the one who reconciled with the days when they put you in my path