It happened during my first years on Internet. 2002, maybe. I met a fantastic guy, from Puerto Rico, and the unevitable happened.
Living far from the one you love is bad. Is worse enough living a bunch of hours away by bus. You imagine how ii is when the special one lives in a different continent.
This is why I promised to myself, never, ever, EVER, to feel this again for somebody this far.
I should have remembered the "Never say never" thing.
It happened again, but this time Im the happiest person in the whole world. Maybe as happy as someone else, thousands kilometers away from here.
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