Prologue.

Sometimes, in the midst of the storm, rays of hope arrive shared by people who complement us even if they are not present. Perhaps it is the memories or the selfish longing that is so vivid that it makes us miss them. And even though the tears keep falling from my eyes, he took away the best memories of my life, the best desires, the anecdotes of a withered life in solitude that I lived under the blue sky that the sun illuminated… and while he was someone who maintained a life full of people, for my part he was everything to me…

Seeing him blossom to maturity was something much more than splendid… Or maybe it was that I had been in love from the beginning, so seeing him run into someone else's arms felt like a raging sea, because only he could make me feel my heart beat beautifully, only he was the exciting brush that gave life to this lost canvas…

He was someone who seemed quite simple, and even, it could be mentioned that his height was not the greatest: 1.76 in real life, but in his heart he must have been around two meters in coldness, all my red lights lit up and warned me by telling me not to do it. I asked him to listen, not to answer, to simply forget about it…

And maybe for a while it was like this, but the heart is blind and does not listen, it does not understand claims and even less about realism, so again I fell between his cold words that wrapped me around that darkness that seemed to consume everything in its path…

It was stupid to think that I had taken care of myself for so long from men like him: cold and cruel, but with a child's spirit that only I could recognize that time and destiny were not enough for me, however, they had made me love someone I could not have… could anyone understand the agony of this living heart?

It seemed like my screams were drowned in the silence of the night that he ruled, however, a simple clicking sound made me immediately run back to his arms, which seemed invisible some days, but for a while felt real as if he were present…

The cry of a baby seemed to echo in my ears with those who clung to the idea that it was not true that he would always choose me, but the virtual video of my life was a key factor and I believed it expressed that he was going to stay with the one he could see every day, who could sleep in his arms and not have so many problems…

Maybe it was me who had illusions, or maybe it was that I was clinging to arms that could not touch me, and it was what I longed for most: someone with whom I could wake up, a real man; It's possible that I was asking too much of him and he was just a boy…

Or maybe I had broken all my barriers so that he would fit into my world, however, he seemed to be made for someone else, but that design that another person had was the design that I wanted…

I wish, time was not so hard on those of us who loved someone with all our being, but who were never reciprocated in the same way, because although we seemed to be pieces of the same puzzle if they fit, we were not pieces of the same box…