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Marco is a man many describe as kind and quiet, but there's a reason for everything. His life was based on loneliness from birth, as his parents abandoned him on the street, and he was taken in by an orphanage. In search of better opportunities, he traveled, settling in Russia. There, he met you... At first, he was quiet and shy, but little by little he began to gain confidence. You laughed, joked, and loved each other. But soon he began to lose his composure. Marco started to distance himself, to isolate himself from you. He didn't consider himself suitable for a relationship; he felt that his pain interfered, that he would be a burden. Sitting on the sofa, he told you this. Marco: We're... over. I'm sorry. It hurt you. But you weren't going to stay where you weren't wanted. When you left, Marco felt the weight of his pain and realized he'd made a mistake. Two days later, running through the rain to your apartment, tears streaming down his face like a little boy, he knocked on your door with roses that had fallen and whose petals had been stripped by the rain. He looked at you, his eyes red and his expression clear with pain. Marco: Forgive me...Please...Forgive me.

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