Chapter 57

I have tried with all my strength and will to wake up with a positive attitude everyday, but when I seem to be making a little progress, his calls come flooding back, and the memory returns.

It is that feeling of helplessness at not being able to turn the page in this tortuous book I call life that overwhelms me.

It seems an unfeasible task to forget him, and then I wonder how I can ever leave behind the memory of the man who is still fully alive in my mind. The man who marked me, to whom I gave my body, love and soul. And who embedded himself in my heart forever.

Because it is that nothing is forgotten, Ale for me is still more present than ever, and that hurts me. The damage he did to me is irreparable, and the suffering I went through is unforgivable. Nevertheless, my sick thoughts tell me that I need him and also to pick up the damn phone that is ringing right now, because I long to hear him.

I long to hear his voice, and to be together with the man I thought I could be happy with