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sexta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2012 ( 18:26 )

Letter 1 – 27th March, 2012

Dear L.,

I’ve decided to give you something that together we weren’t allowed to get: a story. I’m going to write to you everytime that I feel like telling you something, even though most of the times I know I will not send you the letters.

I will create a story about you and me, not about us because there was never one, but about what we let it become to be. A memory. A moment that passed by our lifes. I will not let myself forget about you, I guess I never told you but that’s one of my biggest fears, to forget. People are just too important to be forgotten. Moments are just too priceless to be that easily erased. Each second of the damn day it is a lifetime when you think about forgetting. Nobody should have that ability. Even what it hurts us the most it also makes us stronger. Without memories we would’ve been corpses, only corpses. No life in it.

If I could I would give you beautiful words instead of this but I can’t, please forgive me but I do not hold dreams about white horses and castles with princes. I do not dream about a life time love with the guy I met at the supermarket, I do not believe true love appears when you’re doing the laundry. This letters are just meant to keep you noticed about my life, to make sure that we won’t lose touch, to guarantee that we’ll be able to stay friends through the years. Not to beg you for a love. This letters are meant to let you have a little fairy tail story to tell your nephew when he’s old enough.

My name is Tatiana Rocha, I was born on 23^rd July 1993 at Portugal. You meet me in 2011 during a mission, you saw me again in 2012 at the same bar, in the same city. You thought me about working and patience, I told about words and beliefs. That was it until now.

You also might like to remember We found difference.

With Love, Tatiana

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