Chapter 23

• EPILOGUE
• He had no idea how he had managed to hide his love during those weeks, which although short, had felt like decades, every time he saw her leave, and the uncertainty of whether she would go with someone else suffocated him, he felt that a thousand years would pass until the next night when their lips would become one again, it was horrible, but things had changed, the only thing he knew, was that once free, there was no one to convince him to pretend again that he wasn't in love with her, with the woman he had met in the most particular, least thought of conditions, how could something from a single night turn into something he wanted to last forever? Even when their skins were no longer young, even when the energy of vitality left their lifeless bodies, even after that, he wanted her lips to belong to him, so that their sweetness would accompany him in the bitter darkness of death.
• It had not been easy to know her, it had not been easy to let himself be known, to let himself be seen without layers by the person he wanted to show as perfect, he did not like her to know that he cried, that he was a sensitive fool who cried for anything, but pretended to be strong, she also did not want him to see inside her, where a small one was kept, with insecurities, with anger, with resentments, many tears it had cost them both to realize that vulnerability, was the deepest act of love.