This is not the end!

This is not the end, I tell to myself. She told to me the same, and she meant it. I am eternally grateful with her. That is the truth.

I am very sad, I must admit, but moved by will alone indeed, the will of create the future I want, and help the people I love, specially her, to create hers. I really wish that I could pray and ask to god or the universe or nature or whatever that controls this time and space machine, that everything works out for us, because I really want it to work. I wanted to be with her, I wanted her, and I wanted a life with her. However, not all depends on me, and there I must accept and let go.

Love make us be happy, make us feel joy, and sorrow, allow us to grow, and it doesn't need that we believe in it, it is just there...

Indeed, love is a dangerous angel.