[ESP-ENG] Carta sin destinatario

Eso no es lo realmente importante, bueno… A final de cuentas nada realmente lo es. Hace poco más de un año finalmente nos encontramos cara a cara una vez más, pero esta vez ya nos conocíamos un poco mejor y en aquel encuentro, planeado pero fortuito parecía estar predestinado o dictado por los Dioses, pero todo lo bueno llega a su fin y aunque sabía esto con mucha antelación no pensé que ocurriese tan pronto.

En fin ya va casi un año de eso y parece que solo a mí me afecta, podría decirse que es lógico, para mí fue técnicamente la primera vez que experimente algo así, mientras que en tu caso no sé si realmente llegaste a sentir algo, aunque no puedo dejar de pensar que sí.

Ya ha pasado más de un año de aquel día en el que nos volvimos a encontrar en persona y nos dimos cuenta de lo mucho que teníamos en común, quizás tu no lo recuerdes, pero en mi caso mi buena memoria me juega en contra y puedo recordar cada fecha casi a la perfección, cada gesto, cada momento, lo cual me resulta gracioso porque casi siempre suelo olvidar las cosas, pero este no es el caso, supongo que es normal, tú ya tenías bastante camino recorrido, mientras que en mi caso era la primera vez que me abría tanto a una persona, pero aun así no siento rencor, solo un poco de decepción pero no sé de qué parte, creo que ambos tenemos la culpa aunque no sé en qué medida cada quien.

That's not what's really important, well... In the end nothing really is. A little over a year ago we finally met face to face once again, but this time we already knew each other a little better and in that encounter, planned but fortuitous it seemed to be predestined or dictated by the Gods, but all good things come to an end and although I knew this well in advance I did not think it would happen so soon.

Anyway it's been almost a year now and it seems that it only affects me, you could say it's logical, for me it was technically the first time I experienced something like this, while in your case I don't know if you really got to feel something, although I can't help but think that you did.

It's been more than a year since that day when we met again in person and we realized how much we had in common, maybe you don't remember it, but in my case my good memory plays against me and I can remember every date almost perfectly, every gesture, every moment, which is funny to me because I almost always tend to forget things, but this is not the case, I guess it's normal, you had already come a long way, while in my case it was the first time I opened so much to a person, but still I do not feel resentment, just a little disappointment but I do not know which part, I think we are both to blame although I do not know to what extent each one.

An encounter that seemed to be prepared by fate culminated in a very stupid way, someone should teach him how things are done, but as they say "You can lead the horse to the river, but not force him to drink." I guess none of us was a thirsty horse in the river of life or simply we never reached such a river and we were just living a mirage in which we were eating sand while believing we were drinking water, that would explain the ephemerality of this event. A simple illusion created by the conditioning of everything we were doing and what was happening around us.