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Sep 2015
It was December 2012, wasn't it?
A hard, cold wind covered the Twin Cities.

Just from the beginning, all happened with causality, and their first met was in that store.

He asked something so simple, but without that question, their encounterΒ Β was lost in the millions of simple details that every hour,
only pass through the time.

He was driving under snow and almost no light that night,
It happens accidentally he tries to kiss his beautiful lips, but he had not the courage to accept.

Before now, it is certain that this encounter, was the beginning of a long, long journey, writing by an unknown.

He loved him for almost three years
and he was, for sure,
his most intimate friend.

Not for all his life as he liked,
but inside his mind and his soul,
he will be forever, what he wanted.
oscarlevi
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oscarlevi  55/M/Saint Paul,MN
(55/M/Saint Paul,MN)   
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   Cecil Miller
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