Mi Amor

Why

After my encounter with Fernando last night, I wasn't able to sleep at all. I knew that Fernando didn't mean what he said but at the same time he did and I don't know what bothers me more the fact he thinks that or that I have no idea why i'm doing it.

I stumbled out of my room with tired eyes, not caring that I was still in my pajamas. I walked down to the kitchen and just poured myself a glass of orange juice before retreating back to the stairs. Jorge stopped me,

Jorge: Well don't you look great today

I just stared blankly at him

Jorge: Not feeling chatty today? Okay. well I just wanted to tell you that whatever you did last night now has Fernando hungover and not willing to talk to anyone, so thanks for that.

He walked away and a few seconds later I hear the door slam. Whatever is going on with Fernando right now, he brought it upon himself.

I decided not to go upstairs but rather to remain in the kitchen. alone. Sipping on my orange juice, I just couldn't fathom the idea of what is going on. My life has become so foreign, so estrange from what I once knew. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss the old image I held onto for many years of my incredible Fernando that has somehow been lost.

Before I knew it I felt warm tears fall down my face, as I started to wipe them away, someone walked into the room