He did not like my way of greeting or the flight of my walking skirt, did not like my handwriting in the notebook that contained our history, the sound of my laughter. Disliked my little pleasures such as the smell of wet earth, stepping on dry leaves in autumn, to see how a pill is dissolved esfervescente ... He did not like my family or my friends or their concerns. He did not like my look, my way of saying I love you without words, his fingers tangled in my hair, my way to make you laugh, the taste of my lips after drinking coffee. He did not like spending time with me and I, I knew it. So I went ... for unexplained but with more than a thousand reasons for me to give up what I loved most. I went ... pa'estar alone.
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