And it was not that his words were better, his gestures were not the most beautiful and his kisses on the cheek were not the most sincere. It is that if you gave value to the looks, the insinuations, the caresses, you gave the importance that he never gave. But although you never noticed, there I was, making illusions. Forged illusions of smoke, which dissipated like mist. But luckily the heart also gets tired of waiting.
