If you want to follow this tragic story, here is the cap. 1:
https://steemit.com/love/@gauch0/to-love-after-love
His messages came unexpectedly. Almost almost as if they were playing hide-and-seek with me and caught me at once. "I still smell you," was one of the first. I never knew if I should answer him, but he did not give me time to hesitate. "When we escaped together," Felipe said. I smiled. "I do not know, I have to take care of my daughter," I replied. "I have no head except for you. Go ahead. A Sunday just, "he said. And I smiled again.
I remember again that I leaned against the wall, that finite, which did not allow me to hide secrets. She cried. This time I was waiting for a message when my cell phone rang. I stared at the screen. And I read, I read, I read that same line several times.
"You know I love you".
This time I answered without hesitation, swiftly, "do not think any more." No, there was no need to think.
"It's not that easy." No, of course it was not that easy. We were lovers!
It took a few minutes. I could not stop looking at the cell phone screen.
"Let's enjoy".
"I can not. I do not give more. "
"Can I ask for a last effort?"
"Latest?"
My daughter opened the door, and I ran from the frightened wall, like the arms of Felipe embracing me. My daughter brought my backpack, she wanted money. I took the backpack, and tried to stir inside with the cell phone in my hand. My daughter offered to have my cell phone, but I said no, so reactive. He looked at me funny, but I did not know what to say. I took out all the content: my tango class flyers, my romantic novel, my beaded notebook, until I found the wallet. I gave him the money and he thanked me with a half smile. He left and left my backpack next to me. I looked at the backpack for a long time without knowing that three years later the police would find it after the theft that would lead me to death. So they found it, full of mud. Like me.
