The story of us.
We were a near-perfect pairing to be guessed and was complemented in all aspects of our lives.
We felt almost in unison as each was going through the body.
We lived our individualities of the best ways, while we were when we were together, and being one when we did not but thinking, living, and considering adopting another.
Of course, our decisions have always been agreed, discussed, dialogue and to agree it was our ideas that prevailed and not by imposition, but by agreement.
We made love like no one had done ... being yourself and giving hands full the other what I needed, and that made us be more us by the love that we love.
We loved how they learned to make being together, filling the other, pleasant, pampering, taking details of those who are so minimal that made us happy.
But one day everything change ... we stop looking into each others eyes, and our words no longer resonated.
My voice ceased to have replication.
Your eyes no longer find and discover.
Dejaste to live in my living space.
guess I stopped your primitive needs.
And little by little I was being myself again, and is untied, and this abandon, and in this lose, I realized that I went back to being me ... without you.
Chicom Ocelotl
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