Introduction:
There are days when the clouds look threatening so sad cry. That's what I saw in him, something so beautiful and lovely, while about to desmorenar anytime. I had taken so long but so long to finally meet him, and even longer to realize who really wanted that, at some point, I could not imagine myself without him beside me. But there always a but. But this, we were too alike and yet so different. Like two sides of a coin. And how could we share these good times together, I mean continue to share them?