Malu
I’m so happy for leaving the hospital that it takes me a while to figure out we’re taking a different road than the one who takes us to my apartment. The afternoon is almost over, but the sun is still shining, and the sky is blue. I roll down the car window to feel the ocean breeze. I miss doing this to so much: simply taking a car ride by the beach and feel the salty air.
Rafa looks at me and smiles.
“Where are we going? My apartment is not this way,” I say, making him laugh.
His hair is a little longer than usual, and he looks thinner. This time at the hospital took its toll on both of us, but I’m feeling grateful. For the first time in my life, I truly feel loved, not only by him, who’s reassuring me about his feelings every day with words and actions, but by my friends, who di
