66-B

"Rick, it's me... it's me," I said about to tell him. My tears also melted perfectly, I want to tell a truth that I really want Ricky to know that I remember him well and correctly, I want to tell him about how frustrated and guilty I am because all this time I didn't know him well, because I didn't know him well. can remember it at all.

It felt really hopeless. Wanted to tell Ricky whatever I knew but couldn't. It felt really suffocating. Only tears that continue to flow stupidly, only tears that have never been imagined at all even by anyone well and rightly even by anyone.

Ricky shook his head again, then he wiped my tears. A very soft and warm touch and it spontaneously made me close my eyes perfectly, Ricky ... I miss you, I miss you, how many times do I have to explain if I already know everything and I miss you so deeply and for real.

"Yes, I know you. You are my girlfriend," he said. Which may have ignored the existence of Aunt Rosi.