unicidades

I never liked math. Math was always this um-comprehensible entity way above my head. At least after 4th grade. Math was foreign and full of too many parts that didn't make any sense. It was easy to abandon it and forget it. Our story is like math to me. Full of chapters. Full of equations.  I want magic, not math.  I want flavor, not numbers. Closeness, not geometry. I don't want angles and questions and abstractions. I want poetry and substance. Spontaneity. I just want the easiness of language. The right accent. The warmth of an understanding and supportive person, not the coldness of subtraction and percentages. I want someone who is going to be comfortable being two. The two of us.  

  Not sure which one of us took this picture. It was probably you. I like how close to one side you were. Risking damaging your skin against the roughness of the wall. Fading color. Fading red. Just like now my smile has faded. After so much uncertainty, we ended up just like I had imagined. Separated by the battles we once faced. How could we have fixed what was broken since the very first time we came to know each other. We were losing since then.

We sometimes pick the wrong battles. We think we are doing the right thing and then all of a sudden we realize something was wrong. Something went wrong. Maybe 2015 will be the year I will be able to pick the right battles. Let's hope.