What would a sudden encounter like for two people who had a relationship years after the breakup, when the two are no longer the same, imagine a story, a story.
Suddenly we find ourselves. It may sound poetic, but we turn the corner and hit the front. No leaks.
- We hadn’t seen each other in three years and our lives were in parallel routines.
- All on their train.
- Or maybe in different cars.
- With different luggage.
- It hurt that it all ended after four years of relationship.
Over the past few months, the problems between us have made us go through life looking at the ground, the unbearable weight of sadness and anger, or looking up at the sky and thinking about what happened and what we would like it to be.
“I have continued and destroyed all concrete memories, because I no longer want to find you in my corners let alone in my dreams, and that is why you are where I no longer seek you, and now I seek happiness. -Julio Cort -zar-
To stop being the same is to accept, in part, a break with the inside of one, a part of you, which no longer represents you, always wants this illusion to return, so letting it go is a fracture, sometimes very necessary.
It seems that, on many occasions, we fall in love with the past we live in, because of this reflection that is no longer present in our reality, however, in order not to face this dissonance, we agree to live from a memory, from a shadow. .
It is clear that relationships are changing and that it can be a multi-turn roller coaster and, of course, passion fades and love can hold two people together who accept that changes are just that: changes.
Of course, this path not only does not damage relationships, but also makes them bigger, more mature, stronger, almost immortal.
But it’s not a fighting story, it’s a story of escapes, which are also battles, it’s the story of a collapse, of problems that go beyond the emotional or transient stage.
It was hard to accept that, no matter how hard we were, the relationship did not make us happy, on the contrary: unhappiness increased with every failed attempt.
This initial state of love belonged to the past and love could no longer continue to grow, at least not naturally and sincerely, because we were no longer the same, so we decided to continue to love each other from a distance, in another way.
We mourn our loss, ours? And we wanted more than ever. Out, as cowardly as they are brave.
However, there were nuances of bitterness, questions that will never be answered and a nuisance in our pride, wounds that, in the end, finally healed when we looked at this corner where we met, where we stumbled head-on and without warning with our mirrors.
We’re not the same anymore. We are who we were, but we don’t recognize each other this way.
I just hope you smile and feel less weight in your backpack after we say goodbye that day again, as if to reaffirm that we are not that reflection and that we simply no longer feel pain.
I also wish, with all my might, that time will put us in our place: happy, as we were when we met.
“I picked up the faults I had let go to be with you. I called revenge, the spite of pride. I returned cruelty to my mouth and selfishness to my heart. By taking away the weapons you killed me with, I fled purity and sincerity. And I drowned in my own blood the innocent who did not know that giving it all made him a man with nothing. Empty for you. I missed you, only when I still remembered the taste of your lips. Or the way the sea of your nudity breaks against your skin. But today I’m safe from your eyes. The bodies of others have already forgotten yours. And in everything I hope, I don’t miss you. Selfishness brought together with resentment and pride. How is it wrong to get what you get for what you want most to reward your freedom?-Benjamin Prado-