Chapter 1.

Memories of yesterday.

I still remember as if I were young that man who captivated me with his black eyes, that small scar he had on his nose was strong, but when he walked away it made me cry…

Missing him was like a delirium in the middle of midnight, we were so close and so far that it seemed like our misfortune had been a bad joke of fate.

He was from a place called Elmor, a country that was 24 hours away by plane, however, we met in Puerto Estrella… the truth is that that day everything stopped when he entered…

He was a foreigner who had each of us there mesmerized, however, we knew each other from long before and I still think it was a mistake; Or maybe it was something that was destined to happen in both of our lives…

And it all started with a lost email that ended up entering my inbox, in which he told about how he had not only just graduated, but also that he would return home soon…

That surprised me, because I didn't have any living Orejano relatives that I knew who were about to graduate from college; I remember that I was 2 years older than him while he was a young man of 20 years old to whom he replied that he had the wrong recipient, but that he wished him many congratulations on his graduation…

If only you had not sent those congratulations nothing would have happened, because then the emails were no longer lost, they simply continued to arrive, they were simple messages, but at the same time they felt warm like summer, a simple  “¿how are you?” was enough for me, some emotions that I had left locked away in my heart surfaced, and even though I sometimes told myself not to answer him, somehow it was not the same as what happened with my hands that were excited to answer almost at the same time that the mail arrived…

The years went by and it was no longer just mails, now they were messages, calls in the middle of the night that seemed eternal, exchanging photos of the places we visited daily while he took me to see shopping centers through those photos buying some stuffed animals and having lunch in an informal way…

I sent him photos of what happened in my day to day life when I went to the market, walked along the beach, or even watched movies at home, but I never imagined that spontaneously I would begin to feel the need to see him and sometimes I even dreamed about him, and even though he didn't know it, I cried in a secret that the walls of my room kept for also wanting even the warmth of his arms hugging me in the dark night…

This was no longer just something temporary, he had entered a point without barriers in my heart, he had won over my mind, my feelings and my soul, and perhaps that was what scared me the most, because the distance between us was too great, and the absence seemed to fall with the force of a hurricane that swept away everything in its path.

 It was no longer the absence of that person in my life, but rather the need for him by my side... 

 I missed someone I hadn't seen in person, a boy with black eyes who had made me fall into that depth with no escape.