Today I told him about you,
already knows that you are older than me,
knows that I go to your profile at night and that I stalk all your photos,
that yesterday when you uploaded a new one your lips looked a perfect shade of red,
now you know how we met, how we woke up...
She just said in a concerned tone:
Be careful Chuy!
I don't want you to get your heart broken,
Because you are not one of those who zana fast.
And in fact, he was not wrong to say so.
I didn't know what to answer, she was right.
So I opened our chat and started reading it all from beginning to end.
The first date I found was September 6, exactly at 12 o'clock at night I was telling you:
I hope that in the future you will be something more, apart from the best feeling in the world and if not, I can only tell you: How nice it was to meet you.
To which you replied :
I hope we can get to know each other better...
I love it, one of the best I've ever had, you've already earned some kisses.
12 hours later I received a photo:
It was you and my mother celebrating your 30th birthday with a postcard saying:
My mother-in-law.
I just said have fun, you take care of her, but honestly it was the best gesture you have ever done for me in my life.
From September 8 to 10, the chat was transformed into laughter and questions where they stood out:
What do you like about me?
Do you think this will work?
From those dates there is a writing that I dedicated to you, which I titled: Querer a primera noche.
I always wrote anonymously, but yours was all over my social networks.
You shed tears when you read it.
On the 11th we talked for 20 minutes about exes, your answers were similar to mine, a couple of bad experiences where we were our worst versions and at the same time we also shared moments with the worst versions of our ex-partners, but in the end we both learned and in summary: neither one nor the other is willing to put up with certain things.
The rest of the theme was my favorite part,
where we talked about your body, as I felt the happiest man to possess it, I was filled with pleasure and feelings.
That talk ended at 11:00 pm.
There was nothing relevant on the 12th or 13th.
It wasn't until the 14th with a call from me at 1:23 am that ended at 2:12 am.
The call was 1 hr and a conversation until 3:43 am.
You complained to me that I didn't write you for 2 days, but seconds later you were saying that I looked handsome.
That same 14th at 6:49 pm came out of your mouth a: thank you my love ?
On the 15th your jealousy began, because of a party I attended.
To calm you down I had to confess that after my return to the city people noticed me different and distant, and they are right in that trip I released all my past, I caught my present and you were part of it, as proof I sent you a Screen of a conversation about a woman who wrote to me:
Hey hello ?
Me: Hi, everything okay?
Her: Yes, I just didn't hear from you anymore.
I no longer responded.
And there are 10 more like it.
But that doesn't matter, what matters to me is what I told you afterwards: I know we are nothing yet, but since I met you I don't feel like being with anyone else.
Your answers have always been the best, you answered me:
But we will be, I want us to be.
September 18 1:12 am
It's just a matter of time, or tell me if I'm wrong?
Photography by Patrick Liebach
Jesús Rey, Born? In the Barrio de la Soledad Oaxaca (1994). Studied? Administration and Accounting at Universidad Humanitas Santa Fe.
When I was a child I spent hours locked in my room writing letters, today I write novels.