The decision

Two months later I received the news: I had been accepted into an international academic exchange program. A partial scholarship.

A year outside the country.

I told.

“When are you leaving?” asked.

“In three months.”

He smiled, although it hurt.

—If I could convince you to stay, I would destroy what I admire most about you.

I fell a little more in love with him at that moment.

The last night before I left, he took me home.

The same car.

The same seat.

“It was the best invasion I have ever suffered”, he said.

He looked at me seriously.

—I fell in love with you.

It wasn’t dramatic.

Was honest.

“Me too”, I whispered.

Then go. Conquer the world. I don’t want to be the reason you reduce your dreams.

A year later
I returned to Mexico.

There was no press or driver at the airport.

Just Gabriel.

“Have they gotten into the wrong car over there?” asked.

“Not yet.”

He took my suitcase.

“I bought an apartment in Rome”.

My heart stopped

—For us.

Kneel.

He didn’t show up.

—Helena Torres, do you want to choose your own paths… by my side?

-Yes.

Today I finished my degree.

I opened my own strategic consulting company

Gabriel remains general director.

But now he is also my partner.

My best friend.

My love.

Sometimes when I get in his car after a long day, he smiles and asks me:

—Are you going to sleep or are you going to look at the license plate this time?

And I answer:

“If it’s with you I can even snore”.

And he always laughs

And there is no longer shame.

Alone at home.