Hace unos años, una joven mujer y yo nos gustamos. Ella acababa de romper con su pareja y, cada vez que nos veíamos, nos abrazábamos durante varios minutos. Era tal la intensidad, que no fuimos los únicos en darnos cuenta de ello. Hablábamos por Whatsapp y la conexión era fluida y envuelta en un humor que me encantaba. Planeé pedirle una cita, pero, justo cuando iba a hacerlo, ella me comunicó que había vuelto con su ex (su relación consistía en romper y volver, romper y volver); aún así, hice lo que quería hacer y, sorprendentemente, me dijo que sí. Sin embargo, aquella tarde se fue convirtiendo, poco a poco, en otra cosa, pues ella, por la razón que fuera, ya no estaba tan entusiasmada como cuando le propuse la cita. Tuvo una sesión de registros akáshicos conmigo. Intenté besarla y me rechazó. Cuando terminamos, me dio las gracias por ayudarla a ser consciente de que no amaba a su novio y me dijo que, cuando él viniera a Colombia (es extranjero), rompería su relación. Le pregunté por nosotros; me contestó que le diera tiempo (¡ups! jejejejejeje). Mientras tanto, tuvimos un par de citas más. Una de ellas, en el parque de lo novios. Nos abrazamos de nuevo y la intensidad volvió a ser de tal calibre, que le pedí permiso para besarla. "En la boca no", me dijo, "me sentiría que estoy traicionando a mi novio". Le agarré la cabeza entre mis manos y le besé toda la cara, excepto la boca, lo más dulcemente que supe. "¿Te parece que esto no es amor?", le pregunté. Dudó. Segundos de silencio. "...No sé...", me contestó, con la voz quebrada...
Se fue a vivir con su novio y, hasta donde yo sé, tuvo un hijo con él.
Muchas veces, cuando vivimos, cotidianamente, en una cierta oscuridad, ésta se convierte en lo "bueno", en lo "correcto", en lo adecuado y, cuando nos ofrecen un poco de luz, aunque sólo sea un poco, lo vemos como algo extraño, algo que, incluso, no sabemos qué es y esto asusta, aterroriza, por lo que la mayoría de las veces, huimos de ella y, otras veces, atacamos para defendernos.
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A few years ago, a young woman and I liked each other. She had just broken up with her partner and, every time we saw each other, we hugged for several minutes. It was so intense that we were not the only ones to notice it. We talked on Whatsapp and the connection was fluid and wrapped in a humour that I loved. I planned to ask her on a date, but, just as I was about to do so, she informed me that she had gone back to her ex (her relationship consisted of break up and go back, break up and go back); even so, I did what I wanted to do and, surprisingly, she said yes. However, that evening gradually turned into something else, as she, for whatever reason, was no longer as enthusiastic as when I proposed the date. She had an Akashic Records session with me. I tried to kiss her and she rejected me. When we finished, she thanked me for helping her to be aware that she did not love her boyfriend and told me that when he came to Colombia (he is a foreigner), she would break off their relationship. I asked her about us; she told me to give her time (oops! hehehehehehehehehehehe). In the meantime, we had a couple more dates. One of them, in the "Parque de los novios". We hugged again and the intensity was such that I asked her permission to kiss her. "Not on the mouth," she said, "I'd feel like I was betraying my boyfriend". I took her head in my hands and kissed her all over her face, except her mouth, as sweetly as I could. "Does this not feel like love to you," I asked her. She hesitated. Seconds of silence. "...I don't know...", she answered me, her voice cracking...
She moved in with her boyfriend and, as far as I know, had a child with him.
Many times, when we live, on a daily basis, in a certain darkness, it becomes the "good", the "right", the adequate and, when we are offered a little light, even just a little, we see it as something strange, something that we don't even know what it is and this frightens, terrifies, so that most of the time, we run away from it and, other times, we attack to defend ourselves. She married her boyfriend and, as far as I know, had a child with him.
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