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Hace 8 años conocí al amor de mi vida, me enamoré a primera vista, me cautivó con una sonrisa, me encaprichó con un chistecito, y me hizo rendir a sus pies con una despedida. Sentí tanto por él, que le dejé mi corazón en las manos y desde entonces lo ha tenido.
En ese tiempo conocía poco del amor, pocas experiencias tuve, pocas veces pude sentir algo lindo, pero esto no era "algo lindo" esto era una cosa maravillosa, una cosa que nació el día que lo conocí.
Recuerdo que luego de presentarnos formalmente, y hablar un par de horas llegué a casa pensando en él, y luego le escribí a mi amiga preguntando por él, ¿Quién era?, ¿Ella lo conocía?, ¿Sabría decirme algo de él?, lo hizo, me contó todo lo que sabía de ese chamo, y yo, suspiraba y me enamoraba.
Era inevitable encontrarlo en los pasillos de la universidad, al final estudiábamos en la misma facultad y casi la misma carrera, nos rodeamos de los mismos amigos, como es que no lo vi dos años antes?, como no lo conocí en otro momento, me surgían muchas preguntas, él conocía a todos mis amigos, veíamos las mismas materias y clases, ¿Porqué no nos vimos?.
No importó, ya desde el momento en que lo vi, me lo quise quedar. Quizá lo seduje un poquito, quizás fui muy valiente o muy lanzada, o muy directa, la verdad no lo quería perder, me encantaba, me gustaba, me llamaba la atención, quería saber de él, y él se hacía el misterioso, el importante, eso me gustaba más y más.
Hasta que le robe un medio beso, y desde entonces todos se dieron cuenta, había algo, entre los dos pasaba algo, no se decía, nadie lo comentaba pero se sentía, en los saludos, en los abrazos, en las charlas de horas, se sentía en el ambiente.
Y pasados los días, no sé porqué lo hablamos y nos besamos, y fue tan bonito, tan real, tan increíble, no fue mi primer beso, no era tan importante en ese momento, era espectacular, era una conexión, era algo mutuo, era una cosa llena de pasión, y así nos fuimos conociendo.
Y me enamoré tan profundo de ese señor, de ese loco amante mío. Me enamoré tanto que nos hicimos novios, me enamoré tanto que nos casamos, me enamoré tanto que despierto cada día y lo miro feliz, con ganas de no soltarlo nunca nunca jamás. Y así llevamos 7 años, 11 meses y 8 días.
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Eight years ago, I met the love of my life. It was love at first sight. He captivated me with a smile, charmed me with a joke, and swept me off my feet with a goodbye. I felt so much for him that I gave him my heart, and he has had it ever since.
At that time, I knew little about love, I had few experiences, I rarely felt anything beautiful, but this wasn't “something beautiful,” this was something wonderful, something that was born the day I met him.
I remember that after we formally introduced ourselves and talked for a couple of hours, I came home thinking about him, and then I wrote to my friend asking about him. Who was he? Did she know him? Could she tell me anything about him? She did. She told me everything she knew about that guy, and I sighed and fell in love.
It was inevitable that I would run into him in the halls of the university. After all, we were studying at the same school and in almost the same program, and we had the same friends. How could I not have seen him two years earlier? How could I not have met him at another time? I had so many questions. He knew all my friends, we took the same classes, so why hadn't we seen each other before?
It didn't matter. From the moment I saw him, I wanted him. Maybe I seduced him a little, maybe I was very brave or very bold, or very direct. The truth is, I didn't want to lose him. I loved him, I liked him, he caught my attention, I wanted to know more about him, and he acted mysterious, important, which I liked more and more.
Until I stole a half kiss from him, and from then on everyone realized there was something, something was happening between us. It wasn't said, no one commented on it, but you could feel it in the greetings, in the hugs, in the hours of conversation, you could feel it in the atmosphere.
And as the days went by, I don't know why we talked about it and kissed, and it was so beautiful, so real, so incredible. It wasn't my first kiss, it wasn't that important at the time, it was spectacular, it was a connection, it was mutual, it was full of passion, and that's how we got to know each other.
And I fell so deeply in love with that man, that crazy lover of mine. I fell so deeply in love that we became boyfriend and girlfriend, I fell so deeply in love that we got married, I fell so deeply in love that I wake up every day and look at him happily, never wanting to let him go. And that's how we've been for 7 years, 11 months, and 8 days.
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La fotografías son tomadas por mí con mi celular Redmi 10 y en ocasiones con mi cámara Nikon p500. A parte de fotografías tengo contenido de mis historias diarias, consejos y tips sobre el cuidado del rostro y del cabello, a veces hago maquillajes o recetas de cocina, la mayoría de lo que verás son reflexiones porque creo que cada cosa que nos pasa tiene una explicación o una enseñanza. Mis traducciones son de Deepltranslate, mis editores son Inshot, o Canva. Un abrazo. Los quiero.
The pictures are taken by me with my Redmi 10 cell phone and sometimes with my Nikon p500 camera. Besides pictures I have content of my daily stories, tips and advice on face and hair care, sometimes I do makeup or cooking recipes, most of what you will see are reflections because I believe that everything that happens to us has an explanation or a teaching. My translations are from Deepltranslate, my editors are Inshot, or Canva. Best regards. I love you.
