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Our Date

Maria-Jose Villamar

    I woke up; my bedroom was warm and orange due to the sunlight that entered through the shades. I realized I’ve been sleeping for three days in a row. Right now it must be 6p.m. It’s been so difficult since I lost him. I don’t want to get out of my bed but it is time for me to do it.
    I get up and noticed his coffee mug is on the same place he left it that Tuesday morning. Under the door there are six new letters for him and I don’t want to take them.
    I enter the bathroom and do my make up like I used to do back in the days when we dated. I braided my hair as a coronet as he liked it so much. I put that perfume that he couldn’t resist.
    I’m ready. I just have to wear that dress I bought as a surprise the Monday before he left. That gorgeous green dress. He loved it when he saw it on the store and he said he would love to see me in it. I put my dress and I zip me up. I feel he is ready to see me.
    I turn up the radio and play our favorite song. I open the doors of my balcony and grabbing myself to the column I step on it carefully. I just want to see the beautiful sunset we used to watch together, for one last time.
    Then I asked myself: “Should I jump?” My head tells me not to, but my heart wants to see him one last time. I miss him so much. What should I do?
    Nobody can see me up here but I can see everyone having their own lives. I can see mine passing through my eyes and I missed it so much. I cry and I want to jump but I’m scared I might not see him. “But I’m just as he would like to see me,” I tell myself. “Remember that movie where Robie Williams died and then he find his daughter looking as he always wanted her to look like,” I told myself, yes! So I might see him.
    I feel the wind in my hair. I can see the top of the trees from this height. I’m ready to jump for him. “Am I sure that I will see him?” No, I’m not. But I’ll take the risk. I don’t want this life without him.
    That’s it! The moment has come... I just close my eyes, I stop grabbing the column...
    My heart stopped for 25 minutes, but it started beating again. Everything is pure joy, I can feel it. I made it! I crossed to the other side.
    Our song keeps playing. My dress is perfect so as my hair.
    Finally, I saw him. He grabs and kisses me. He is back and we are together. Our life is perfect again and I just cry.

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