"Three years of your last I love you": he died in a sinister road on Valentine's Day and his parents remember her with a letter

Martina Miranda was 16 years old and died on Sunday February 14 at 4:40 am It was after having celebrated the first "Lover's Day" of his life with Franco, his boyfriend. The teenager lost her life when the driver of a gray Chevrolet Corsa hit her at full speed crossing Scalabrini Ortíz Avenue, on the crossroads with Vera, in the Villa Crespo district of Buenos Aires. Her boyfriend saw everything.

The author was Damián Villanueva, 22 years old. The young man not only killed him with the vehicle, but also fled in the opposite direction along Corrientes Avenue. They found the car: it still had bumps and traces of the attack. Villanueva has committed suicide two days later.

For Silvia Fredes and Oscar Miranda, the parents of the child, her only daughter was murdered. At the third anniversary of the accident, They still remind him with an emotional letter that they sent to Infobae.

The complete letter of Silvia Fredes and Oscar Miranda

Three years of your last I t love you

Three years have pbaded since, as in a film shot,That morning, the weather would calm down, the world would stop and in a few seconds, your life would quickly pbad in my mind.

Your first steps, your hugs, the kisses and the "I like you". Your white coat, your karaoke with friends, the end of your elementary school, your entrance to high school, your dream of being a forensic doctor, your long-term plans. If that did not want to live …

Everything happened in my mind in a few seconds. The same seconds that separated you from us. For negligence. For an explosion of driving madness. For your murderer, Sebastián Villanueva, your life meant nothing. And for us you were.

All. The days and the years pbad and the pain is latent like that of February 14th. Your things in your room are always waiting for you like us every moment. People tell us that you are in a better place. Is there a better place than at home? It tells us that we are very strong. But what is the alternative? Is it possible to continue without so much harm? Nothing is so cruel as carrying flowers to the cemetery. It is not strong, it is just the inertia that drives us. The awakening in this cold life.

Your friends are talking about you in the present. They would have liked to share a million anecdotes: your best friend's parade, their plans, yours. NOTHe fills the void … so much things they do not live that hurt them. Because we should not let life end while it's just started. This is not right.

Every time we are more families we experience this feeling, for this so heartbreaking and cruel pain of being alive without living. Because things since your game have not changed. Life still does not mean anything to the killers behind the wheel. The news of inexplicable and unjust deaths is continuous and each one of us makes your last breath come alive again.

Many people we met in this way motivated us, taught us that every fight carries your flag, people who want to change that reality. I do not know if you can, there are many things hiding under the carpet. Alcohol, speed, lack of humanity continue to lead and as long as you do not realize, everything will remain the same. We will continue to watch the news and we will continue to go back in time trying to imagine another reality. It's like waiting for you to cross that door, where on February 14 you left a "I love you" so big that we miss horrors. This door that erased us with a machete when we learned that you had been crushed and that reminds us that Damián Villanueva, in the cruelty of his thoughts and his cowardice, had left you alone in the street to flee like a rat. Your murderer, with first and last name, did not allow you to continue living and murdered us all This day.

Only dad could see you. He alone could give you this last kiss, the last goodbye, the one who protects himself like a lacerating jewel that destroys his soul little by little but calms his heart. This last kiss that I seek in my dreams and that I lose when I wake up. I only know that life has failed us, that fate has played us a trick and that if God exists, we do not understand what bar it measures. I only know that I am still waiting for you, that there is no room for goodbyes, that I only know that we will meet again. Because that can not be everything, it does not You can finish here.

You left the day of love. It should not be a coincidence because you were that: the love of the greatest, the purest, our infinite love. Forever and forever we love you.