This is not an Imposible Love

I was still a decidedly in love young man when my parents did the impossible to send me to study in the capital. My eyes were tired from not being able to see her. Well, despite everything, her good feelings about her and that beautiful talk about her left me enthralled. I still believe that she was the one who completely filled this demanding heart of mine.

It is a universally known truth that every teenager who does not have a girl by his side is determinedly in love out there. The beauties came and went. They disappeared as an ephemeral step in the process of life. Today we were happy, tomorrow we will simply be beautiful and fond memories. I'm sorry about having to leave early. I had to leave, leaving it like that but not forgetting her.

There are two goodbyes that are the most shocking in the universe. The first is when you say goodbye to your girl and go to a faraway place. The other is content with the eternal farewell to a family member. Those stabbing pains around the chest and that ache of still wanting to continue with them are more than distressing. The tears that fall uncontrollably down the cheeks are what help to somewhat alleviate the pompous pains. The heart emits beats that, if it were not for the rib cage, would come out without any wait.

So we said goodbye with hugs that seemed to last forever. Seeing those tender and sweet tears of hers wipe away moved me a lot. I didn't want him to cry so much and even less to suffer like that. But goodbyes in one form or another hurt. With her the blind suffering and her sincere cries were still beginning.

"I will miss you, I will think of you to always dream of you. At no time do you let the thought that I have already forgotten you cross your mind. "You are the most charming being I have ever seen, Vanessa," was the last thing I said to her before making the decision to get on the train to go directly to the capital. My goal was to go study at the Dean of America. I already had a scholarship and above all the vacancy was already mine. It was simply a matter of going and doing some paperwork and I was definitely going to be part of that house of study. Since my parents were very demanding, they made me give up on it to focus purely on my studies. However, it was impossible for me to forget about Vanessa.

Well, she accompanied me throughout high school. In the moments of joy she was there sharing the celebration with me and in the moments when I felt bad in the frustrating courses and especially when I felt like I was a disaster she never managed to abandon me. How I should forget her. If things got more unfavorable at least I had to consider her as an eternal friend who was always there for me; but where the gratitude is.

I hated those who said that I would have to simply forget about her.

How to do it! If possible I am here to shed blood and maybe when it is over I will start with my tears. In these moments of complete dissonance I still love her with all my racing heart that shows resistance to forgetting.

As always, dad wanted her to go to the capital. He cared little about my romantic relationships. On the contrary, she always found out who she was with with the sole intention of doing everything possible to get her away from me. This lends itself to saying that at times we and Vanessa also separated. Each believed that she would do better venturing into a new relationship. Time almost always denied us that. Now I believe that neither time nor distance, much less other people, can separate me when destiny has already prepared something.

Mom certainly didn't like Vanessa. Rather, when I was with Janet, a disappointing classmate of hers was very happy with her and wanted me to go out with her constantly. Maybe he because of her idea is understandable, on the other hand I don't understand my old man why he is so sweet around there. My old lady had some huge problems with Vanessa's mother. One of them was caused by both me and my father. In my case it was for the simple reason that I didn't want to get close to him, much less go out with his daughter. Why I hated my old man is understandable. Well, she was always the target of his ridicule.

Despite everything, I still have a burning spark of respect and affection for them. With Vanessa the case is different. Without it things get ugly and I think I will faint.

I have written to her several times. I don't like it so much that she responds to me in a tuxedo. Lately I find those figures unbearable. I still think why I haven't fallen in love with her twice. But instead the memories of her continue. There is that thin and tender palm of hers that is nobler to believe is a girl. Those big, elongated brown eyes make him more beautiful. Her complexion is no exception. Her skin is so smooth that giving it a few strong touches is worth thinking twice about. That very fine shape of her nose and her pretty shape are so spectacular that from time to time I tend to think about how she manages to insert a finger into those narrow nostrils. Her mouth has such delicate and somewhat fleshy lips. They are so reddish that sometimes it feels like she has painted them. But no, she likes the naturalness in that area. It's not so much about putting on makeup and aging her face before its time.

Her charming girlish smile still remains. Her naturally white teeth are dazzling. I still don't understand the way she takes care of them so they don't get outlined or stained.

Maybe she's a little stuck up, but I'm not that interested in her. I feel that her presence is enough to keep me in suspense. The thinness of her body shape is one of the most notable parts.

To this day I think that my taste for thin girls has increased with her. It is true that feelings matter a lot, but it must be clear that the shape of a girl's body is imposing. And everyone has their own taste. Thinking about it if she had another body shape I would still love her.

Today I woke up with a nightmare. Well the dawn is a saying. Well, I've been awake since twenty-three hours. The truth is that that terrible and fearful side was trying to be avoided. At all costs it has happened. When reading the news I have been overwhelmed, although it must not be for long, otherwise everything would affect me. If it's true, my blood has already boiled again. That's just at one in the morning. One of my best friends has been killed by the henchmen of that Colombian mafia. So I'm lost.

I'm still wondering why Darmián? It is a hard blow that they send me to survive. This time I have more courage to go and undertake my schemes. But just no, I still have to wait for my friends. In any case, I must propose things to you with some simulation, I don't think they will go the first time. Either way I must go.

The headlines make it known that they were waiting for Mauro Andrés. If you have any doubts about that name, I will clarify that it is about me. My soul friend, well he became like that when he gave his life for me, he was trying to make peace. He simply wanted me to hand Vanessa over to him once and for all. Since the Colombian mafia mistook him for me, they showed no mercy in shooting him several times. I have something even more intriguing.

It's about this message that Damián sent me before undertaking his laudable action: "Hey man, they have a boss. It's him, it's not anyone else. I don't know how everything will end, the truth is that it's that leader and nothing else. He It has the power of it..."

It's affecting me to hear that again.

I better keep checking the messages that come online. I'm getting exasperated all the time. I must calm down if I have to give rise to my greatest feats. It hurts me that Vanessa is the daughter of that Colombian mafia boss. She never told me and if she had asked things would be different. I am not liking this long suffering that this leaves me with. It is not customary for me to enter into a martyrdom that lasts more than twenty minutes. Although I keep getting ideas about what Vanessa's life will be like.

It's understandable. She never wanted me to find out about her family. But whatever it was, I still continue with a stark adoration of that being more divine than celestial. I'm talking about her. Yes, for the same reason I feel like an unbreakable idealist. Instead of hating her for hiding the dark side of her people from me, I love her more every day.

No, that love is still short, I want it to enjoy eternally in a new paradise. To do this I must rescue her from that cloudy place. I have reasons to go with her anywhere. If possible I can even leave the university, who is going to have a clear conscience while the murders fly through my head. First of all I must get rid of those cumbersome things. It would be better to consider going to live in a jungle where Peace reigns, joy, the harmony of birds and above all where the love that exists with it is endless. I would say that maybe we would have to eat strange things and nothing succulent, but I would still manage to bring a little economy there. I don't think they'll take everything away from me. That would leave me painting crocodiles in space.

In a singular circumstance I would be happy to have what many long for. I have a scholarship, my parents have bought me a Nissan, I have a year-old computer and above all I have a quiet apartment. I would say that I live in a room with the conditions I need. Maybe I feel like I'm missing something, material things are not everything for me. The endless problem is her. It's not that I need her, although her presence would never hurt me, it's just that not knowing much about her is eating away at my heart. Everything would be different if it were accentuated elsewhere.

I still don't understand why her old man's gang sent him to be kidnapped. The life of facts that she puts us in situations of mysterious events, But this is too much! I fear that everything is going to end badly. The best thing for everyone is to make peace. I'm going to try that anyway. I like things where the solutions do not bring catastrophic consequences. It is true that they have already sent the first blow, but despite everything they left a drop of forgiveness on that case. I hope they don't do another crazy thing!

Damián was unique like all of us and perhaps he did not deserve to die that way. In any case, it is the first piece that they have demolished. My friends who are close to the news have written to me and from both sides come incitements that we should attack them now. That case should not come to nothing and much less should it be a lost case. I don't think that's the best solution. But there are enough reasons to teach them a lesson.

Since it is early morning, they have convinced me to wait for them to meet together around seven in the morning. That's worrying me a little. I hope to be placid for those hours. However, I must continue extracting data about that band. Several intelligent applications are helping me to have premises not valued in the past.

In short, I must continue looking at other frontiers. It's going to be two in the morning. I must take the matter calmly. My fingers want to betray me by trying to click towards the main page of that Colombian mafia. Whenever this usually happens, I start with the most beautiful remembrances that are consistent with the circumstances I had with her.

In the north when we were at home we played who is smarter with the PC. How many scratches we had after struggling with that goal. I have to leave it there because otherwise I'll be getting gloomier.

"I won't be here when you visit my hovel again. I loved you like never before, I wished you no more power. My heart shook every time I saw your beautiful image reflected in my eyes. It's true that everything had to end someday. But I never thought that that day would come unexpectedly. I still remember that your face, portrait of the most ingenious artist, beautiful and a thousand times beautiful. How much I fought for you to always stay by my side. In no way does a beauty like you deserve to be mistreated with field work, much less punished with pure blows. No, that wasn't the idea.

I didn't idealize you like anyone else, because more than anything you were the ideal girl. Drinking and consuming the delicacies of the gods, given your welcoming lips, was an ecstasy. Ah, so complicated and sometimes painful it is to fight for someone who doesn't want to stay. With you maybe I had it all. I say almost everything, because some part of your heart was already moving away from me. Your plans were no longer addressed for me. I don't want to be cruel to you, but I loved you like no mortal would have ever done. Of all the goddesses that I longed for and screamed to the infinite to at least let me stay with one of them, yes, as my lips knew your name, it chose you. As all love deserves exclusivity, the others were forgotten. They left like shooting stars and I never heard from them again. Maybe that happened because I was extremely focused on you. All you. Your charming and captivating smile is always in my memories. A few drops fall down my cheeks as I remember and see that they will not return. That drives me crazy, maybe we will make those crazy adventures with other beings a reality. You know what it's like to feel and know that all our plans came to nothing! It hurts more when your pretty mother gives me a tremendous slap. So that you never forget me, I leave you this. I am not going to take any chemical product to find my death like Manuel Acuña. This time I don't think about dying on my own. Well, looking at all points, at least we lived together longer than you expected and cruelly in less space than I had in mind. I won't say I know everything about you. Well, that would be an eternal lie. The human being who is constantly challenging his limits always surprises us. Even if we lived sixty or seventy years with you, I will never be able to know you clearly. That's why you won't need to think about me, just dream about me and wake up around two in the morning believing that I'm your nightmare. You will understand after pondering that this is not the case, I will be your sweet remorse that will not leave you alone in your crazy ramblings.

Post data: The boy in love who didn't want to talk.

Now he turned out to be an eternal romantic, Smith. Since I haven't introduced you yet, I'll tell you that just like your name, you're not from here at all. He is from another country. If you are thinking that he is of North American descent, I will tell you that you are on the right track. It is the same contemporary with a very light complexion. It's hard to believe that when he gets a few rays of sunlight his skin turns so red that it gives the impression that he already suffers from an allergy to the sun. We all suffer or suffer from some allergy.

"If they were allergic to girls, their stories would be different," he was referring to a teacher from the secondary school. Maybe he was right, because thinking about it carefully, each girl changes one's story. And not having any of them also our history of Life is going to be different. And to believe that I am remembering at around two in the morning. Who would think of doing that. Staying up late just to remember her, You shouldn't bother, young man!, they will say to themselves. But when one starts and doesn't want to stop for anything.

For now the thickness of the night continues giving food for thought. It is definitely another feeling to work and think. It is true that there should be syncope at low hours of the day. That's not going to happen unless the moon shines through my open curtains. I still don't understand that custom of leaving the windows open. It is deservedly excessively hot but perhaps not hot enough to rest with a naked body. And to think that I am in a small room with access to the street. The most detailed thing would be to say with windows facing the street. Being on the tenth floor, not much can be described. It's partly because I haven't left here for two months. You'll see that everything I need is brought to me by the housekeepers in the department.

For now I'm still in front of my computer, maybe I'll call Smith. He must be close. The best thing would probably be to wait for it. Things change. His reasoning is so convincing that maybe today I'll be encouraged to go out to the park before traveling. Since I'm going to have your kind company, I hope that if I go, everything will turn out well. I hate going out alone to walk around those big avenues! That way I wouldn't even go to the Costa Verde. And even less so is the legal lupanar that is nearby.

At this very moment I still don't understand why Smith's romantic relationships are going wrong. If he just found the right girl everything would be different. Well, that sounds like a utopia, the correct thing to do would be to use the term "ideal girl."

That sounds more comfortable than the other. The only thing certain is that Smith is always fascinated by complex girls. Not in their bodily structures, rather I am talking about those that are difficult to understand. One of those girls who don't even understand themselves. My garage is looking for one of those. I always suggest to him that if he goes for one of them, it would be better for him to look for them at the universities. Surely you can find it everywhere. I hope this time he listens to me. I don't intend to disagree with him anymore.

I'm not so much into giving suggestions or advice or anything like that. First because I don't like doing it. And the other thing is for the simple fact that I don't obey advice, you should know that I don't even take my own advice into account. What a tremendous bullshit*, they will say, but I try to be as frank as possible.

This time I hope Taddy doesn't act cumbersome and capricious by wanting to take us to the brothel that is closer than it seems. With Taddy things are different. I would say he is the most euphoric of the whole group. Little by little I will tell you about him. It is better to do it this way than to find out about that bandit all at once. I want it to be clear to you that I am talking about one of the least romantic there is.

Ugh, if they found out about everything that happened with his ex-girlfriends, they would already be asking me for his biography. In order not to leave you with the imposed desire of evil, I will tell you about what happened with Nayeli. That name responds to his second girlfriend at school. He always loves second chances. And what more he asked for, life granted him that honor. To be honest, I will tell you that it went relatively well. With them, my brother's romantic side increased by a percentage that is worth taking into account. So much so that here I leave you a laconic letter from him.

For Nayeli O.V.:

Miss considerate and happy good afternoon, love of infinity. It's me again writing to you from this school that looks more like a prison. What does it matter, every time your image comes to my conscience my heart rejoices excessively. Yes, you don't know how my chest increases in size to remember those your lips as colorful as russet. That cute, elongated face of a beautiful doll is making me delirious. And I don't blame the painters for not being able to portray such beauty. Your immeasurably beautiful hazel eyes are driving me madly to the paths of frenzy. Your straight and fine nose are quenching my thirst. I hope to have you again to give you some welcome bites. Your smile has left me with dyslexia...

Well I understand my cause. In those days I was in love lost. Even it hurt me when I found out about their relationship breakup. He waited for a period of three months to see if it had just been a lie.

None of that proceeded, she was gone forever. And I say forever because her old Asians took her to China. They said she was in Hong Kong. With those retouched photos, but of course she was in Shanghai. I highly doubt she is in Beijing. From the little I knew about her, she didn't like living in capitals.

Nayeli was the one who left the most puncture wounds in her heart. If they had seen it, they would have felt sorry for Taddy's haggard, dead face.

He is so handsome that they make him suffer. On the one hand we had to feel sorry for him by telling him that she didn't leave him for someone else. But a year later he surprisingly forgot all about her.