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When I started writing this post I had forgotten how amazing it was to this story. And I do not mean enlarged, if not surprised, because I am incredibly grateful to have.
This is one of the best times of my life. Yes! after all DeSil Usiones love, insecurity and indecision on how to start my journey through life, here I am. Determined, happy, excited ...
But at this time so happy I need someone who accompanied me during the most important formative stage, in good times and bad. I tell this story in honor of my "teacher? "One love? Friends?, Whom I met six years ago.
In 2002, when he was fourteen, was chatting in a general ward of a website and someone wrote "I want to talk about poetry, is there anyone?". "I I, I "started, but this person did not answer. Packed and left the chat and I changed my nickname. Magically, when I went back I spoke .
Colombia proved to be a twenty-eight, fascinated by l poetry, philosophy, psychology and relig ion. In fact he was professor of philosophy. His name is Arley. I recommended to read "Sophie's World," a novel by Jostein Gaarder counts is amazingly entertaining and great deal about the history of philosophy. We found our e-mail, and the three days I wanted to write, but I got the mail bounced.
do not know what it was for me not being able to communicate with him, thinking that any possibility of contact with the person who had offered me a course in philosophy via the Internet is gone. So I wrote a letter in which he said that I had enjoyed talking with him and hoped to one day give this letter, that the conversation had not been in it.
crazy.
After two or three months I sent other mail and happily, was no answer. There began the incredible philosophy course, and the "relationship" highlight of my life. Expected to reach nearly fifteen years I fell in love at a distance, with a platonic love, indescribable, that a girl can have.
He became a priest in a short time and then I matured. But the real LOVE and special matured, remaining strong. Write and call us by phone, we send books and letters, shirts, Colombian coffee, mate. So I sent her a teddy bear that he had put his name.
Our story was like Sophie Amundsen and Alberto Knox (the book I had recommended) p argento-ero to Colombian were a Pygmalion and Galatea (Greek legend of a sculptor who falls in love with his creation).
came the moment thanks to the universe in 2004 when he was sixteen, he was sent to Paraguay by plane and had to make stops in Buenos Aires. Do not let down by some of the taxes, immigration and who knows what, and I was with my mom at Ezeiza at seven o'clock waiting. We talked on the phone and told me not to let him pass, I cried and asked to pass but do not let me. I had my yellow book by Jostein Gaarder and heavy in his hands and clutched it to show and say "I can do this, it is very important" and said "It may be the only chance we have of seeing this person" but The resounding "No" increasingly disillusioned me. I remember sitting exhausted, hopeless, realizing that he would not Arley. It felt horrible, had never lost hope so. And the phone rang ...
He said he was on the first floor. I ran up the escalators, but did not see anyone. At that time all knew Airport because I had to find Arley, and two guards saw me asked me what had happened finally. I told him I would be waiting on that floor but could not find him, and one of them said: "But he was not Colombian?" I said yes and exclaimed "Ah! They say the first floor to ground floor. " I went down, he seemed desperate and it was. The minutes were scarce, we should have had two hours to chat, and embrace, however there were fewer than twenty minutes. We met, we met, we hugged (in the photo is immortalized ese momento gracias a mi mamá), y aunque fueron quince minutos, atesoré cada uno de ellos.

El tiempo pasó, seguimos siempre hablando, luego de habernos conocido todo era mucho más real, más cercano. Cuando terminé el secundario me inscribí para Filosofía, y como regalo de graduación le envió un giro a mi mamá para que me comprara un rosario de oro. Ella me contó que cuando fue a hacer la transferencia en el banco, le dijeron que venía con un mensaje. ¿Cuál era? “El amor no tiene geografía”.

En fin...básicamente esa es la historia más importante de mi vida. Arley es my eternal love, no matter who loves a couple more than the world, he will always have a special place in my heart and in my being that is not erased, not changed or replaced by another. The love I have for him is unique, a blend of romantic love, family, friendly. I want to use this rosary the day I married and he is the priest to do, I see him again now he is living in Chile, I want to write me a lifetime as six years ago. If not for him I would not be who I am today. It was the best gift you could give me the destination.