I usually feel alone, no one to speak to when life is just slipping out of my hands, just wandering what it would be like to have someone to speak to about all the thoughts, feelings, ideas even dreams that are too much just to stay inside me, trapped between my soul and veins choking myself within my words; A savior who can read me just as I do with myself, a connection so pure that not even distance could break , As if we ve been created together with an invisible string connecting both our hearts making it one.
My one and only friend Emilia, or how I call her “ruta”, Shes the only friend I truly trust, she’s not even missing one part of my heart she’s not in. She reads me as if she was the writer of my life; everyone that knows me has heard her name; she has read every page of my story and so as I have done with hers. Our understanding of each other is unbelievably strong, she has helped me with so many broken pages that my book wouldn’t even be complete without her. Being so far away has make me even more grateful of having her in my life, and as I have said many times, what a privilege it is to miss her so much, because is equivalent of how much I love you.