Love Eternal Chapter 1 I walked with my head down the street on that rainy morning. I felt like I was carrying a heavy backpack after that romantic breakup. God!! How endless these days were becoming, not even the support of my friends could get me going forward. I knew it wasn't a very long relationship, but if intense. In less than a year we had a formal commitment in the church we attended, got pregnant and gave birth to my first daughter, all within that period of time when we were living together almost two months after the pregnancy announcement, but the cohabitation became unbearable. To the point where, after a very unfortunate discussion, both of us continued our separate ways. But there I was, breastfeeding life and going to work, which at least took me out of my lethargy and depression that had engulfed me.
My dad walked alongside me, even though he wasn't a kid, the neighborhood is dangerous at this hour so he decided to accompany me for a block from my house to the bus stop. He even woke me up every morning with a cup of coffee (what a genius) but despite all that, my humor was not what it used to be. He knew it, as I always stood out by waking up in a good mood, although the last few weeks were a mess, my routine life was based on getting up at 4 am to go to work and returning around 7 or 8 pm, if you know, the schedule is a nightmare, but that's the routine of a security employee. Although it had its advantages. I worked 2 days from 6 am to 6 pm, 2 days from 6 pm to 6 am and 2 days off. But despite all this, my humor was like an automaton. I functioned by inertia, which served me to get through the work
But that particular morning was going to change my perception of reality to an incredible level. We arrived at the bus stop, and while waiting for the bus that would take me to my already boring routine, I lit a cigarette to wake me up faster. My old man, who knew everything that was happening to me because my mom had told him all the details about what happened in my breakup, just watched and said the phrase that marked a moment for me from then on: Dad – don't be sad, you'll find the right person in the least expected place.
I looked at him without understanding what he meant, it sounded like a Disney princess movie to me, although I didn't see myself as a prince, quite the opposite, but that comment made me think. When I got on the bus, I put on my headphones, turned on my Discman and played a CD by Guns N' Roses. The chords of Don't Cry were playing and that phrase was echoing in my head. I thought to myself my old man is crazy, if I don't have time to rest well, look if I'm going to meet someone just going to work alone how wrong I was...
It had already been a week since that chat with my old man, it was my turn for the night shift and I was with a colleague who came alone to sleep, but anyway, I'm not one to judge others. Each one knows how to take care of their job. Taking advantage of the solitude of the night and a mate in hand, I decided to log into my Hotmail account from the computer at work. When I opened Messenger, I saw that my cousin was online. So, out of boredom, I decided to write him: Hey cousin, how are you? Cousin – fine and you? Me – bored here at work, luckily no truck came to load so the scale is free and I can use the computer for a bit. Where are you? Cousin – messing around a bit Me – well, since you're feeling good, do you have any friends I could introduce myself to? Cousin – yes, wait, there are 2 online Me – okay
While taking a mate and looking out the window to see if any trucks were approaching (I worked for an important fuel company, and although my job was security, we didn't really do that, since they used us to weigh the trucks) that were entering to load and give the remits at the exit of the plant) old that opens a new Msg window when I see are my cousin and 2 friends of his, whom I didn't know (or so I thought) only one caught my attention. Her name was Claudia, even though I didn't know many friends of my cousin, her name seemed somewhat familiar to me, but I didn't give it much importance at the time
After the formal introductions and questions, we started a chat between the four of us, during which my cousin made me laugh by pretending not to know the answers to questions like ages, neither did he nor I. Between chatting and laughing, we ended up alone with Claudia and me, and while talking, I asked her privately who she was, and my cousin responded that she was the sister of a friend of his whom I knew, but he seemed like a terrible guy
After being left alone with Claudia, our chat went beyond 2 am, during which I at least learned something about her. She was 24 years old (like me) and described herself as petite, with black hair, and had a daughter the same age as mine (what a coincidence of fate) who was also separated like me, but she lived alone with her daughter and younger sister. On my part, I didn't have the strength or will to leave home when I got divorced, so I opted for returning to the family bed to seek some containment
In the rigor of those typical questions at the time, one question that, at least for me, was something regular to ask was what kind of music did you listen to, she said it was varied, and when I mentioned my musical tastes and Guns N' Roses as a headlining band, she said she liked it, but there was a particular song that she liked more: November Rain. When I told her it was time to go, quickly I said I'd like to keep talking with her in another occasion, even though I wasn't looking for a relationship or a partner, it did me good to talk to her for some strange reason. She told me that it was very possible we would be talking again and before that she passed on her cell phone number to me, not without telling me that she had also enjoyed talking to me. Save your number and I said I was going to send you a msg (in 2005 we managed by text message, since there wasn't WhatsApp or any social network) to which she said wait half an hour before writing because she was in a cybercafe and had left her cell phone at home.
We parted ways and patiently waited the half hour to write each other, while November Rain played in the background. I – this is my number, save it, if you want Clau – give Pablo, we'll talk, I'm going to sleep, let you keep working I – okay, rest well Clau – See you tomorrow
I spent the whole night reviewing the conversation, feeling a warmth in my chest that couldn't be explained with words, nor did I have anyone to talk about it at those hours, my partner was still sleeping and I didn't like bothering people. Only woke him up if the supervisor came (if I'm not one to send people to the front, I don't get along with anyone) so until 4:30 am I was alone with my mate, looking at that conversation over and over again.
Already at departure time I headed towards the bus stop and got on with the same routine as always, putting on my earphones, turning on my Diskman and playing a CD, always carried several but by instinct I went back to put on the one by Guns N' Roses. When I arrived at the song Don't Cry, I remembered my old man's phrase and realized what it referred to. Could it be? Would she be?. With that in mind I set off towards home and looked out the window at dawn with a different expression than the last few weeks. I smiled at that...
My dad walked alongside me, even though he wasn't a kid, the neighborhood is dangerous at this hour so he decided to accompany me for a block from my house to the bus stop. He even woke me up every morning with a cup of coffee (what a genius) but despite all that, my humor was not what it used to be. He knew it, as I always stood out by waking up in a good mood, although the last few weeks were a mess, my routine life was based on getting up at 4 am to go to work and returning around 7 or 8 pm, if you know, the schedule is a nightmare, but that's the routine of a security employee. Although it had its advantages. I worked 2 days from 6 am to 6 pm, 2 days from 6 pm to 6 am and 2 days off. But despite all this, my humor was like an automaton. I functioned by inertia, which served me to get through the work
But that particular morning was going to change my perception of reality to an incredible level. We arrived at the bus stop, and while waiting for the bus that would take me to my already boring routine, I lit a cigarette to wake me up faster. My old man, who knew everything that was happening to me because my mom had told him all the details about what happened in my breakup, just watched and said the phrase that marked a moment for me from then on: Dad – don't be sad, you'll find the right person in the least expected place.
I looked at him without understanding what he meant, it sounded like a Disney princess movie to me, although I didn't see myself as a prince, quite the opposite, but that comment made me think. When I got on the bus, I put on my headphones, turned on my Discman and played a CD by Guns N' Roses. The chords of Don't Cry were playing and that phrase was echoing in my head. I thought to myself my old man is crazy, if I don't have time to rest well, look if I'm going to meet someone just going to work alone how wrong I was...
It had already been a week since that chat with my old man, it was my turn for the night shift and I was with a colleague who came alone to sleep, but anyway, I'm not one to judge others. Each one knows how to take care of their job. Taking advantage of the solitude of the night and a mate in hand, I decided to log into my Hotmail account from the computer at work. When I opened Messenger, I saw that my cousin was online. So, out of boredom, I decided to write him: Hey cousin, how are you? Cousin – fine and you? Me – bored here at work, luckily no truck came to load so the scale is free and I can use the computer for a bit. Where are you? Cousin – messing around a bit Me – well, since you're feeling good, do you have any friends I could introduce myself to? Cousin – yes, wait, there are 2 online Me – okay
While taking a mate and looking out the window to see if any trucks were approaching (I worked for an important fuel company, and although my job was security, we didn't really do that, since they used us to weigh the trucks) that were entering to load and give the remits at the exit of the plant) old that opens a new Msg window when I see are my cousin and 2 friends of his, whom I didn't know (or so I thought) only one caught my attention. Her name was Claudia, even though I didn't know many friends of my cousin, her name seemed somewhat familiar to me, but I didn't give it much importance at the time
After the formal introductions and questions, we started a chat between the four of us, during which my cousin made me laugh by pretending not to know the answers to questions like ages, neither did he nor I. Between chatting and laughing, we ended up alone with Claudia and me, and while talking, I asked her privately who she was, and my cousin responded that she was the sister of a friend of his whom I knew, but he seemed like a terrible guy
After being left alone with Claudia, our chat went beyond 2 am, during which I at least learned something about her. She was 24 years old (like me) and described herself as petite, with black hair, and had a daughter the same age as mine (what a coincidence of fate) who was also separated like me, but she lived alone with her daughter and younger sister. On my part, I didn't have the strength or will to leave home when I got divorced, so I opted for returning to the family bed to seek some containment
In the rigor of those typical questions at the time, one question that, at least for me, was something regular to ask was what kind of music did you listen to, she said it was varied, and when I mentioned my musical tastes and Guns N' Roses as a headlining band, she said she liked it, but there was a particular song that she liked more: November Rain. When I told her it was time to go, quickly I said I'd like to keep talking with her in another occasion, even though I wasn't looking for a relationship or a partner, it did me good to talk to her for some strange reason. She told me that it was very possible we would be talking again and before that she passed on her cell phone number to me, not without telling me that she had also enjoyed talking to me. Save your number and I said I was going to send you a msg (in 2005 we managed by text message, since there wasn't WhatsApp or any social network) to which she said wait half an hour before writing because she was in a cybercafe and had left her cell phone at home.
We parted ways and patiently waited the half hour to write each other, while November Rain played in the background. I – this is my number, save it, if you want Clau – give Pablo, we'll talk, I'm going to sleep, let you keep working I – okay, rest well Clau – See you tomorrow
I spent the whole night reviewing the conversation, feeling a warmth in my chest that couldn't be explained with words, nor did I have anyone to talk about it at those hours, my partner was still sleeping and I didn't like bothering people. Only woke him up if the supervisor came (if I'm not one to send people to the front, I don't get along with anyone) so until 4:30 am I was alone with my mate, looking at that conversation over and over again.
Already at departure time I headed towards the bus stop and got on with the same routine as always, putting on my earphones, turning on my Diskman and playing a CD, always carried several but by instinct I went back to put on the one by Guns N' Roses. When I arrived at the song Don't Cry, I remembered my old man's phrase and realized what it referred to. Could it be? Would she be?. With that in mind I set off towards home and looked out the window at dawn with a different expression than the last few weeks. I smiled at that...
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