The male and female protagonists of this article have no names.
Some things feel like they no longer belong to me when I say them. These may be my imagination or my memories. I am timid and do not dare to use my real name. I am afraid that the truth I share will make me no longer believe it. I am also very selfish and do not want my story to be named by other people. I do not want to be as indifferent as reading other people's stories.
The world is very impetuous, but they exist quietly. There are no spectacular deeds, just some profound emotions. Two cities, two people in love, a deep relationship, some remaining years.
Love is always accompanied by torture. Whoever can stay calm is the winner, but what is the purpose of winning?
Conception: