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Dear Youssef, love is a scary word, perhaps also cliché? I don't know, but I was telling our little mutual friend that I feel a lot of gratitude because I have known love before, and I even spent eight months basking in its secrets and golden moments that are not of this world. I am a very lucky person, because one day I stood in front of the mirror and told myself here is happiness, don't look for it because it is here, this is love manifesting clearly standing smiling, waving its hand and saying to me: "Enjoy, I won't stay here much longer." I wake up from sleep and try to recall the details of the dream, but only a pure smile on your face remains in my memory, and the traces of a strong embrace on my shoulder, and a general feeling of happiness, and with some effort I can recall a scent I don't know where I came from, I don't even know if we can distinguish scents in dreams, or if the subconscious is playing its games again?