This story is not about him, it's about her.
He traveled to other lands far from the capital and that was where you saw her for the first time. Since that day, I never wanted to come back and stay with her.
He, though a bit older than her, achievement Love until she said yes.
He and She, lived together for a long time, they grew up, shared, traveled, laughed and cried, they were happy.
One day, He stopped to see her, could only hear him talk and touch. She became his eyes, in his guide on his cane, she became. She guided him, he just followed.
She, I never cease to care, I never cease to watch over him sleep, every day walked away a little more each day could give less, your body no longer could.
He lived convinced that everything had to be done their way and although she did not share his ideas many times, her love for him was so great that it can never fit into this story.
She is one of those warlike women facing him for life. She is the woman who will not take no for an answer. She always looks ahead. She won a long time a place in heaven.
She is one of those women who never would forget. Of those that are seen above that are made. Those found only in those parts of sunsets and beautiful sunsets.
She called Ana Pastor, if they put name in honor of the Virgin patron saint to have been born on the same day of the meeting.
To her, never fails to thank you for having carefully. A life, I thank you for putting in the way of him.
He just fell asleep and unwilling to wake up again. This was decided they wanted, so I leave that. He took his time.
He left almost everything in order, I leave some things for later. Only he knows why he did it.
Who am I? Only someone who knew part of the story and by quirk of fate the same name as him.