Lesson XVI: So long ...
I got used. What can I say? After so long feeling the tears slide down your cheeks, after so long trying to accept the pain in my throat thanks to the invisible knot that ties the words inside me, after tasting the saline water that spilled from my eyes ... After walking with so much weight on your shoulders ... You just get used to it and when a breath comes, when you experience a single breeze of freedom you feel like a fish out of water. Not knowing what to do, not knowing if the fight is over ... Not knowing whether to breathe or not.
I've been building a sturdy exterior for so long so no one goes through it, so no one hurts me again. So that no one has a power over me that can destroy me and him, he just said two words and fragmented me. He kissed me and knocked him down. He hugged me and I started crying like a child. I have walked alone for so long on a plain full of stones that prevent me from moving forward, that they always make me fall that simply feeling a warm hand to hold me made me yearn for the first time.
Longing that after so long this was something real and not a fantasy. That it was always real.