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Oooooooohhh, you, always shining on me every day and every night!
You, so beautiful and so perfect! You were so beautiful and so perfect that sometimes I couldn't believe that you were real!
Everytime, EVERY DAMN TIME I looked at you, I felt so alive, so special, so lucky to be able to see such a wonderful creature!
Spending time with you...? That was so foolish of me! A lowest beast like me, to be with the angel that you were...that's just balderdash!
And every time that I went to sleep...every time that I woke up...only three words popped up in my mind, and only one figure came to my mind..."I LOVE YOU", and of course that figure was you, and no one else!
Ooooooohhhh, why destiny is so cruel with me...I wanted to do, to say, to play, to tell, to kiss, to love, and yet, you disappeared!
At first, I didn't understand what was happening to me...but then...I...knew...! It was just LOVE! Something so simple and yet so precious had happened to my life, but it was my first time...so...it felt strange, and I wasn't able to act quickly...!
I love you! I loved you! I will love you! Ooooohhhh, please, please...!
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"...So...this is your doing...Rowen?" a puzzled Jude asked.
He, Alvin and Rowen were spending the night at the inn during their journey, and suddenly Rowen found an old paper with some writing on it. The old man said that it was the final piece of his written "Folli Urla d'Amore". A strange title indeed.
Rowen didn't answer. He didn't blush, but he was surely mortified.
"Well, you really loved her, didn't you? Though you used a quite strange way to say it..." Alvin said.
"...Well, that was just a piece that I didn't decide to add to my...well, you know what. When she was gone, I felt like I had to write down something to shake off some of my feelings, and...I ended up writing that." Rowen finally answered, still not able to face the other two.
"...I see... It's true that I sense some love in those...words?" Jude tried to comfort Rowen.
"Do you, really? Actually, when I wrote down that, I felt strange. I had so much to say, so much to shout, so much to hide, but, in the end, I wasn't able to write that much. I realized that there wasn't much to write. When their inspiraton fades away, even the greatest writers of the world don't have much to write. They live by using the memories of their inspiration, but since it is gone...there are no words left. You are just...left alone with your thoughts, and your regrets. Nothing more."
Jude and Alvin couldn't say a word. They didn't know what to say. So Rowen spoke again.
"Ahah, don't worry, my friends, and thank you for hearing me out. I feel a little better now." the old man said those words with a smile, so the other two released from the tension that was filling that inn's room where the three were.