A moment of fiction.

It’s been over a year since I last saw you but I still miss you as if it was the first day. I can feel your arms around me under the Spanish skyline, the one only the two of us met sitting on the peer. Those old conversations we had are all I can hold on to these days. Your voice keeps me calm even on my hardest breakdowns, and with my last cigarette all that was in my mind was you. Your hugs. Your kisses as I imagined them even though they never came true. It’s sad that a thing so real like ours had to be sacrificed for commitments that in my life, ended up to be meaningless. Forgive me for putting someone else’s feelings over yours. But still, in spite of all, we both know what we had was real. I will be forever grateful to you for waking me up from my own reality and teaching me how to live life to the fullest. Before you I thought that being right and appropriate would lead me to success, but you proved me otherwise. You were right about everything, me holding on to things and people that are worth nothing. It only took you seconds of me telling you about them to realize what has taken me months to learn. I made the wrong choice once, but I won’t do it again. Hopefully we will have another chance soon, this time with no one else involved in between. In the meantime, I will hold on to the memory of your arms around me, to your voice whispering in my ear what we both felt as the summer breeze refreshed us, with a bottle of wine, and to what our kisses would have been, had we had that moment of fiction.