Y a mi alrededor, ese silencio de estrellas entrometidas. El ruido molesto de mis lágrimas agotadas. Y yo, estúpido, buscando y esperando encontrar un porqué. Pero qué idiota. Ya se sabe. Cuando un amor se acaba se puede encontrar todo, excepto un porqué.

-Federico Moccia

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