Another dimension - Short Story

This morning you said goodbye to me. That we separated.

That our life no longer made sense.

That you did not see anything in me. That we were not together anymore.

We were both seated near the sea, which remained quiet. The coast formed a bend, a curve. On the stones, boulders, there was tar. Pitch. They were black. But I did not stain. You do

Below, there was a rock plate full of greenish algae. Of that which has slippery zones. On its sides, sand, fine beige sand. Dorada In the outer part, the water watered harmoniously, to the beat of the heart, the rock.

I warned you. The enraged sea could stain your gray suit. Your jacket. Your pants and your black tie, fine, impeccable. Your white shirt Your haircut.

I did not say anything else. I lowered my head and let you go. You are a good person and you deserve the best. You are a good man and you deserve a good woman.

I thought I saw a sign of disbelief on your face. Maybe you expected another reaction from me. I begged you not to go. That I would start crying. That he asked with whom. It is that I know that there is a who. Or one.

For what. It means perhaps making me hysterical that I love you more. Or begging and begging that you do not go, means something. For you if it can mean that you are a great person, that you are needed, that you are indispensable, that you are an important person for society.

Is not my style. I can pray or have someone beg to have their self-esteem low so they feel important. You do not need it. Or perhaps yes but not of me precisely, but of the person who will live to the end at your side and give you that passionate, problematic romance and full of circumstances that you need to break a monotonous life. I already have all that in me and I need balance in my environment, routine and knowing that every day everything can continue to balance my inner demons.

And of course I'm going to have a bad time. You have had great patience with me. I think you've ever loved me. I think you have been, are and will continue to be a good man. Even to say goodbye has been sweet. I understood that it was not necessary to go around more. I will not follow you, I will not write you anymore. I'm not even going to see how you're doing. I will prepare everything for you and tomorrow morning you will leave so as not to return.

I will clean the house and keep your memories written in a book, inside a box. For a few months, the house will remain in gloom and then the sun will re-enter.

And in twenty years, perhaps, you understand that there is another way of wanting that is always to want the person you want the best and know how to turn away when you do not recognize what is best for her.

Then maybe you want to come back.

But this door was closed and closed.

What I did not know is that you could be married in one life in dreams and another in real life at the same time.

I have enough charge in real life to not think about dreams and to be busy until I die.

Goodbye. Luck and kisses.