You healed the wound. Please, do not let it open again.
After seven months, there were a lot of good and bad times.
And after all we've been through, I'm happy to know that good times > bad times.
Quero-te.
Desejo-te.
Venero-te.
Amo-te tanto.

I am trying not to let it open again, but you already now that promises are only words, and words don't mean much. I can't promise you a forever, but I can promise you a now. And I love you now.
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