Reflection post 3

The story I'm about to tell is the day I had to say goodbye to my exgrilfriend in Mexico. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Seeing her there sitting next to me in a green old bench outside the bus station thinking of all the moments we were not going to share anymore, all the kisses and hugs that will never exist, the long but passionate stares that I in fact miss to death, and an obvious question that she would never be bold enough to ask. By looking at her deep brown eyes I read it. It is "why are you leaving me in a world that belongs to us?" She was next to me looking at my heavy luggage with an innocent face and biting her lips pretending to be strong. She was looking at me in a unique but sad way. I think she tried to memorize my face. She knew it, She knew that I will probably return to Mexico only once a year, she knew that our love was fading away. I felt so miserable. It was all my fault for not taking my poverty as a man, it was my stupid ambition to obtain a better future. It was nothing but an emptiness inside my heart that made my mind flee from my body and my reality. In a selfish attempt to make things better I asked her if she wanted me to stay. Of course she said no. I knew why, because she loved me too much to let me stay away from my family that was already in California. That is true love, the most sublime feeling that makes us lofty. I will never forget her kindness and everything she did for me. She made me see the world from a different perspective. She taught me that a kiss is more relaxing than a cigarrete and that water makes people happier than a beer. I wish I could see her this time I go to Mexico and sincerely thank her for being so perfect for being the woman of my dreams.