When I separated from the father of my son, and lived in another country and had passed between the two most emotional collapse any couple can endure.
After much walking, my son and I leave everything to come together with his father and wishes to resume distilling get my family life and hope to accept a reconciliation, but it was too late, life, time and my countless mistakes I had passed a bill that could not pay and just over.
was hard, because chasing the dream of family reunification leave my country and I was alone, helpless romantic and humanely, without direction, away from my people, my streets, my surroundings, no job, no nothing and in a complete vacuum existential drive me almost a year. Much
rained since then, I fell and I got up again and again, but never in all this time leave of reproach for having lost the only man I really loved in my life.
also has been hard to recognize that and admit it ... hence my love failures have occurred precisely because of the desperate attempt to find similarities, while life goes on without me achieve emotional fulfillment.
A friend asks, is that no man is good? What about you? When you return to fall in love?
The answer was blunt: If you do love him.
I've had successes and failures as a worldwide professional recognition of my friends and family, a son's pride that I have raised. However, on a personal level I'm a mess because my relationships last until the day I wake up, look at the man who sleeps beside me and I realize that occupies a site that does not belong.
have passed 11 years of separation. Occasionally we call for birthdays, celebrations and comments about our son, that which unites us beyond any discrepancy because it was designed with a unique and unquestioned love.
Today, just write this article as a tribute to the only person where all my feelings without being able to help converge.
No time machines, but if I had the opportunity to ride one, travel to reach the road at exactly the place where I lost it, however, life goes on and in my mind swings Azorin phrase ... "Time is a child playing the dice."
Thanks! because you were, are and will be, eternally ... My best gift.
SD. April 21, 2010.
