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  • I went to have dinner with the love of my life, knowing that we won't be able to be together in a very, very long time.

    Sad, isn't it?

    I didnt know he was the love of my life when I said goodbye to him, 4 months ago, before leaving for Montreal. I didn't know he was the love of my life when we filmed a music video, from sunrise to sunset, for a new mexican pop-rock band, last summer. I didn't know he was the love of my life when we talked for hours about alternative music when we first met at a friend's BBQ party one year ago. I realized he was the love of my life when we were having pizza, talking about our new year's resolutions and our journeys without one another. I realized he is the love of my life four hours ago.

    Yes, I know 3725.33 km are separating us. Yes, I know we can't be together, Yes, I know it won't work out. And yet, I felt as if we were already attached to one another. As if we made the promise to let go of one another without really leaving each other spiritually or emotionally. It's as if we were together since forever without never being together; keeping each other's company without physically being there. It's as if we made each other the promise to love unconditionally while living life separately. It's as if we promised each other to live life to the fullest, to love every single second, even though we're far away from one another.

    And only when we'll see each other again– God knows when–, we'll be able to fall into each other's arms, and love one another without having the fear of being far away once again.

    Or maybe, just maybe, we'll be happy living our own separate lives because loving also means letting be, and I love him.
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