Chapter 1

• Monotony, that's what my days had become, I looked at myself in the elevator doors without being able to recognize myself, who was that person that the mirror was giving me back? I'm almost sure it wasn't me, not the one I remember, not the one I want to get back, as my days have gotten harder with the pass of time.
• I wanted someone to be able to notice how I felt, but all I was getting was pitying looks, it's been like this ever since I ended our relationship, was I the only one he loved? Because it was so easy for him to tell me to leave him alone, and every time I called him, he just raised his horn to tell me to get over it.
• At first, I thought I could get him back. Then I realized that was just what I wanted because he didn't want that anymore.
• I remember, a few months ago, I quoted him in a coffee shop; maybe it was my insistence that made him give in, that he gave me an opportunity to talk to him.
• I used to be the least punctual, not because I liked it, but because it was something I couldn't help anymore, and I was always rushing to our dates. However, on this occasion that I decided to arrive early, I realized the reason why he no longer wanted to have another chance with me. He had someone else, someone who didn't bother him if he opened the door for him to get out of the car when he scolded me many times for doing it.
• That became the worst day of my life, it was the one that I had to accept that I had to say goodbye. But it was so difficult, that's how my days lost hope that we would be together again, but, what did I expect? That he would jump into my arms as soon as he saw me? Yes, I expected that, however, that image told me it was something that would never happen.
• I hear someone yelling at me to please stop the elevator, I do.
• I see a young man with black hair running into it with several bags in hand and a backpack that looks heavy.
• I try not to pay attention to him, not while I keep sinking into my misery, wondering about what I did wrong for him to leave me, what was missing with me? Because, as much as I asked him; he didn't answer me, and I keep waiting for him to come back to me, even realizing that he won't, why do I want to lie to myself? several months have passed, I should assume that nothing will ever be the same. But, why can't I?
• I feel a pair of arms around me that take me out of my thoughts, and now I see the young man from before close to my body, he smiles at me revealing his beautiful white teeth and, his features seem to become those of a small child who has just mischief, and that red nose he has put on makes his action look like one.
• I try to pull away, but he only holds me tighter.
• “Hugs heal everything” he says still smiling “and you're in luck, today I'm giving hugs.”
• He shows me a poster that says he gives hugs and, for a moment I want to smile sincerely; not the fake smile I've learned to put on my lips to not worry the people around me, to not give pity, although when I return to my apartment, things go back to the way they were before. I'm not happy; all I want is this pain to go away, what should I do to make it?
• “I'm Theo” he says letting me go “I live on the next floor and... I give hugs every day.”
• That last one makes me smile as I step out of the elevator because I don't think I've ever met such a strange guy before, someone who wouldn't have minded if I beat him up for hugging me without my permission.
• What can I say, I think today has not been another day of my monotonous life, he has made me smile and left me with a pleasant feeling; as if that was what I needed: for someone to notice that I'm not okay, but without looking at me with pity.
• He did that in a way that I can't explain.
• Although the feeling didn’t last forever, not when I entered my apartment and the memories are present again, because I see our photographs that I have refused to take down, still hoping that he will come back, even knowing that he won’t, and I return to my depressed state in which my thoughts slowly consume me, telling myself that I was not enough, that I am not, that is why I was abandoned by the person I loved the most.