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For the last 16 months, I have been writing to you and placing my trust in you. Forgive my temporary doubts, they are triggered by our special “communication”.  I will continue to trust you and love you. Infinite Love.

Do you know it? Do you feel it?  Infinite Love.

You have it, with one condition (Infinite Smile): you don’t ‘post’ again the ‘Aquamarine sadness’. Infinite Love.

How can I help? What can I do? Please ‘say’ something. Infinite Love.

Or despair? Because it is definitely not ‘lack of love’, not from my side. 

I promise to trust you if you promise that one day – preferably this year – you will talk to me – loudly, with an extended (at least non-binary) vocabulary. Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.