As the time of truth comes closer, I begin running away from that moment I can't escape. It's the instinct of self-protection. I'm afraid of what may be, I am afraid of falling in love, I am afraid of suffering...
I am reaching the point in which I would like to step backward and skip this trip. But I need to go, I gotta find out the truth and close this book. I can't go on like this, with this guy always in my mind, but never in my life.
There's no going back now, and it makes me feel anxious and nervous, and weak and strong at a time. Instead of looking forward to meet him, instead of writting to him, I am now holding back, trying to keep my heart safe, although I know it's too late for that now.
There's nothing I can do but take a deep breath, find the courage inside me and take the plane to Colombia, where I will finally know the truth of what has been around my head for almost two years now.
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