Never... Nunca...

I’ve never been in love.

I’ve never felt that I could close my eyes and die peacefully only to save his life. Death and love walk together since there’s no solution for both. I’ve never woken up barely breathing, for the lack of his presence, or stayed up all night just to watch him sleeping and keep him safe. I’ve never trusted anyone so deeply to hold his hands and give up everything without thinking twice. I’ve never desired anyone so madly to make love under snow or rain as if nothing mattered but the fact that our bodies were tightly together and could no longer be apart. I’ve never kissed and felt that I received the air necessary to stay alive through that kiss because only he can be my source of life and hope. I’ve never pictured anyone with me when I dream about living in heaven, or felt being in heaven when I gently touch his lips with mine as if that was our last ever kiss. I’ve never seen his face in the sky, or found the brightness of his eyes in the stars. I’ve never tried to find his shadow walking along with me, following each of my steps, so I wouldn‘t lose my way or fear the darkness of the woods. I’ve never heard his voice inside my mind to remind me that despite distance, sorrow or death his soul will be always attached to mine.

Never. I have never been in love.