Dear Jim,
I don’t know what to do since you left me here, alone and afraid.
You were the love of my live, and I was your little girl.
The latin girl and the cute american boy… remember that?
I wanna come back to the days in the park trailer singing George Gershwin and dancing bachata. It was easy and beautiful.
I love you, and I’m still hearing your voice when you whispered “hey baby, wake up, you are in love with a dying man” and I laughed, because it was so true. You were ready for it, but I wasn’t. I’m not ready yet!
I will come back to San Salvador and I will pretend that you never exist.
I love you forever.
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