The last night we made love everything was different, it seems so far away now. You were distant, you didn't seem the same as always. Beautiful and perfect, yes, but distant.<\/p>\n
From then on, nothing was the same. Time went by, but life stopped for me; not so for the rest of the world, which was plunged into chaos: pandemics, earthquakes, social uprisings... Did you know that in January 1968, the same year of the massacre at the Plaza de las Tres Culturas, Mexico experienced an atypical snowfall? Now the atypical thing is that no tragedy happens.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I corroborated the fact that you had changed one Sunday when we watched a movie, even your choice was peculiar: \u201cEternal sunshine of the spotless mind\u201d, by Charlie Kaufman. When I finished watching it I corroborated one of the dialogues, which because of my particular situation seemed to me more forceful: \u201cit is painful to spend so much time with someone, only to discover that he is a stranger\u201d. Maybe that's what you've become. At dinner you ate your tacos without radishes and when I asked you why, you simply replied \u201cI don't like them anymore.\u201d Strange.<\/p>\n
The last night we made love, a drone spied on us through the window. I know because he came back to visit me a few days ago, he knew you were distant. The drone told me that you were only watching him.<\/p>\n