Upon arrival, I felt my heart stop. There, in the middle of the rink, spinning with the same grace as years ago, was she was: Blake Sullivan. She skated with the elegance that had always characterized her, the same that had captivated me the first time I saw her.
My mind brought me back to that moment. Back then, I was nineteen, and she was just fifteen, although her poise and confidence made her appear older. I approached her with the intention of meeting her, intrigued by her presence. When I introduced myself, she gave me a flirtatious smile, and at that moment, I knew I was lost: I had fallen in love. Her mother, a single and understanding woman, didn't object to our relationship, and so our story began.
But it was always a complicated relationship. Blake had a passion that consumed
