When you go with me, don't look at anyone, you know that I don't tolerate a slight, no one owns anyone, someone told me once, no one can tie the feet, not even the person who accompanies you, the mind is a strange help but sometimes it hurts. , the doubt wanders how easy it is to think that he is deceiving me, that he is failing me, conscience does not reason with hormones and heart and body do not speak in the same language, trusting the one you love, I do not know if it is a virtue or defect, even more knowing that nothing is eternal. nor perfect. That's why we are illiterate in our thoughts so as not to read fragments that would kill feelings, only the anger of thinking that he talks to me with lies makes me want to take away the joy of breathing, it all begins when skins come together, then they tell you that they love you or vice versa, that's right. As usual, then there is a voice that suggests you distrust God because he is love but love is for infidels.