We learned to count every second, waiting for that connection that would take us to paradise. Without hearing or seeing each other, where imagination flies, it was a real nuisance, dying in the hell of loneliness.
Our hands learned to improvise caresses, where the skin freezes because of the difficult distance. Although everything seemed a lie, it became true in an intense moan, released from the prison of a silenced desire.
Even without being able to see each other, we found ourselves groping in the dark, walking the path of life with the sole objective of finding each other again in the reflection of our gazes. Speaking in plural until we fall asleep, without conditioning, because loving each other is real.
In this spiritual connection, our souls merge, transcending the physical plane. We learned to navigate in the ocean of imagination, where our hearts beat in unison, far from the bonds of the material world.
Together, we discovered that love does not need the senses to manifest itself in all its fullness. It is a bond beyond the tangible, allowing us to meet on the deepest and most sublime of planes.
