Paura

One summer day, three years ago, when I left the house, I saw a man who greeted me from the window of my house. I went back and entered the window room; I wasn’t afraid because I knew it was the Best Wish.
He turned to me and smiled. I thought, “Don’t let me see you again because I’m afraid.” He disappeared and from that summer I never saw him again, because every night before going to sleep I say: “I love you but you scare me”.

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