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My dearest boy,

The risk was never that I might not like you. The risk was always that I might do.

And I did.

Thank you for the memories. And for the inspiration. I left Athens with a new perspective on life. Somewhere in between your smile and the poems written in bad hand writing on your kitchen wall, I found a part of me that I was missing.

In a parallel universe, on Planet 23, last weekend is repeating itself in a continuous loop.

Σε φιλώ

Μιχαελα

 

 

 

 

 

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