A week after the incident in which only I was hurt, I was ready to give it my all to forget about Julie. It was time to move on, or so I tried to believe.

But my friend Leonardo, the guy who for some reason loves Peruvian music, told me something that turned my whole world upside down.

"If the supposed love you felt for her faded because you saw her with other guys, then what you felt was attraction. You never fell in love, you never liked who she really is, and how do you think she's going to love you if you reject her and call her a whore?"

"You don't understand what I feel, she..."

"Nat, to love is to accept people with their flaws and their virtues. But I think that phrase doesn't apply in this situation because it's no flaw that she wants to have a free sexuality."

I went to sleep earlier that day to reflect.

That day my tears came out because of me.

That day I promised never to judge anyone.