Sofía y el verano

"... so it was this beautiful spring evening, it almost felt like summer. She was home alone, thinking, just thinking. About past times and all. She usually comes back to her past when she gets bored with her present. Suddenly (she didn't even know what it was that made her think about it), she remembered something she had been dreaming about the past few weeks. She once had a great love... it ended long time ago but nothing had really happened afterwards, so whenever she felt like missing someone, she came back to him.

Spring had sprung in the city and she was feeling so happy. The sun was filling every single empty space inside her. Her life was starting to be shaken. She was born again... but there were a few nights she dreamed about her past love, who was completely out of touch with the world. No signs from him during the whole winter, no pictures, no messages. Different countries, different directions. But lately he was appearing in her dreams, in the middle of situations no one could comprehend. Striking as it was, his face wasn't his face. So weird. It felt like him, but God... who was that face? It wasn't him... On a different day he reappeared in a blurry shape. Never looking like he should have looked.

Do you know the feeling that stays with you the day after you have dreamed about someone who was important for you once? Well, it happened to her everytime she dreamed about him. It was just so difficult to understand those dreams. It was this beautiful spring evening, it almost felt like summer. She was home alone, thinking, just thinking. About past times and all. She usually comes back to her past when she gets bored with her present. She realized, she learned the truth about the dreams... at the beginning, his ausence was just a ghost who had a face, a body, a soul. Then, she understood that his decision of having got out of her world completely was making her forget his face. Now a new beginning was awaiting, and this ghost was still present but without a face, without a body... he was just a soul. Guess that is what remains, right? the essence, the feeling... It is sad to forget about people's faces, she thought. I guess she never believed that could even be possible. Well, there are people out there ready to remind it to you. There are people who disappear and you don't even have the possibility to text them, scroll down their facebooks or instagrams... they just disappear, like in the old times but certainly leaving you with the possibility to get over them more easily. 

She didn't know... or perhaps she didn't want to find out. Those dreams were marking the end of something that had lasted what it seemed like a lifetime. It was 21.21 pm and the window was opened, the breeze caressing her face, playing with her hair. Everything felt alright, she was feeling good. Pretty aware of the fact that that was going to be the last time she would write about him."