Hang in there, Esther. It does get better and it doesn't. I mean, I like to think I am glad it is this way because, who wants to fall in love with someone we are going to forget about next morning. Yes, I want to be enchanted, but I also I want the memory of the person to get imprinted in my essence, to know them as an address, like the home where we grow up. Even when the house was sold and we cannot longer go, we still know where it is, and if they allow us in, we know exactly where everything is.

And there is beauty on that. And there are some people who will move you. And even though I am no longer in contact with her, she remains possibly the most important woman in my life.

Without her leaving me, I would have never migrated to the United States, I would have never met my wife. I would have never met my children.

Of course, I don't always like my job, but it pays the bills. And yes, a part of me still wants to make it so maybe my words reach her ears. But also the ears of a lot of other people.

Would you have read this story would my heart had not been broken? Probably not!

So here, I know your memory is probably fresher than mine, but today I'm raising my cup for our broken hearts!

Hang in there, friend. Hugs.

Pablo