Walking among clouds
-I don't believe it! I don't believe it!
The screams are drowned in a pillow that I pierce with so much effusion.
-Aying grandmother, don't scold me....
I drop onto the bed with my legs spread and my gaze fixed on the white ceiling. Your photograph on the bedside table doesn't speak to me. I don't need it. Our hearts always knew how to say much more than our lips.
Grandma To?i... called a meeting of top brass. Of top brass, Grandma!
The boardroom is impressive. Covered with a dark blue carpet rests the largest and most lustrous mahogany wood table I have ever seen. In the center a crystal tray held beautiful glasses of the most delicate transparency. The morning was spring-like, so the large open windows gave way to a clean and enthusiastic air. Within minutes of sitting in a corner, four gentlemen and two women arrived. They were dressed in modern suits. The women, although a little older than me, wore hyper-youthful models. One of them wore her hair pulled back in a natural facelift fashion, although the truth is that she didn't need it, her complexion is perfect as ivory.
Grandma! There they all stood in expectant silence. Not even flies were flying. The light in the room was also frozen. Everyone was waiting for him. No one knew the reason for such urgency. I, just in case, waited sitting in a corner holding a notebook and a blue fine-tipped pen, the kind you used to buy me so that my handwriting would be rounder, do you remember? From time to time I would cross my legs and look towards the door. I won't deny that my first meeting had my nerves on edge. You would have laughed at me. I looked like a bride waiting for the groom in front of the priest. Yes, I know I'm a clown, and how much you laughed with me? As I was saying, I was the first to arrive. To pass the time I started to draw in a corner of the notebook. And almost without realizing it, I started to draw a "B". Yes, the same letter with which his name begins. I'm afraid I'm the same one you left months ago. A naive fool. I can't help it. Some women were born to learn and some were born to sigh. I swear I tried not to focus on him, but when I look into those eyes my feelings explode. I like him so much that I feel that with him my life has a purpose. It's the first time something like this has happened to me. Not even Ruben made me feel this way. With him I liked to ride my bike and feel important, but with Blake everything is different. But with Blake everything is different. Has it ever happened to you? Some mornings you wake up kissing the pillow calling his name. I'm sure I'm crazy out of my mind, because other times I'd run far away for fear of his dislike. Grandma, I like him so much I feel like crying.
I press my face ashamed of myself.
I was drawing a heart next to the letter B when the door burst open. I can't tell you what I felt. He was more handsome than ever. My heart turned to strawberry jam. And I'm not just saying that because I haven't seen him before. Every day at home, when I'm sure he doesn't see me, I give him a good once-over. The thing is, this morning he was devilishly handsome. He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans that were nothing extraordinary, yet he gave off an air of responsible seriousness that left me speechless. His back straight, his gaze deep. He was a magnet I couldn't shake off. The men sat up straight and one of the women, the youngest, adjusted her cleavage. I ducked my head with my soul on my heels, I won't deny it. I'm so little in front of them....
Blake greeted everyone with extreme formality. You can imagine my surprise. Accustomed to seeing him in the kitchen making pancakes and barefoot, I was at first frightened. So sturdy and formal was a side of him I didn't know. And I think he noticed, because as he took his position at the headboard he turned his head and gave me a fleeting wink. It was a second, but my head flew for hours with that memory. Aying grandma, I'm head over heels in love. Yes, I know what you're going to tell me. That I'm a good girl and I deserve the best, but now that you're in heaven you know you can't lie. We both know my possibilities and my sweeping foolishness. I don't possess anything that would catch the eye of a boy like this. You were saying that joys are so fleeting that they're enjoyed as often as they're remembered? Then let's enjoy them.
Gentlemen, ladies...
He said so formally that I almost fell out of my chair. I turned the drawing so I couldn't see the hearts and started to pay attention. If I was going to be a fifth-rate secretary I was at least going to do it right.
I would like to introduce you to my right-hand woman. From today Sofia Reyes and I will be one person. Talking to her will be talking to me. Both of us will decide on advertising actions, client management and hiring. Everything she approves will be with my knowledge and everything I decide will be with her advice.
Grandma! I'm still hyperventilating! Everyone started asking questions to which Blake answered with the same words.
Sofia or me. From today on it will be exactly the same.
The deep voice was firm and direct. My body tensed with excitement. And no grandma, you don't need to cover your ears. My effervescence was about the nerves of not believing what was happening and not about sexual erotic power. For a moment I squeezed my fingers to the point of pain. It was either that or start laughing like a fool.
My head is still spinning. Can you imagine? Me working in a top-tier agency.
I stretch out my arms and flutter them like a butterfly over the mattress. In a few minutes I might even start flying.
Yes, I know he has put all his trust in me, but I swear I will not fail. It's the first chance I've ever had in my life and I'm not going to rest until I prove I can do it. I don't care if I work every day at all hours. I promise you that you will be totally proud of me. I can't tell you how much I wish you were here....
I let the tears fall to the sides as I stare at the ceiling. I am alone. I don't need to hide how much I miss you. The need to give vent to my emotions is more powerful than my pretense of strength. Besides, this room has hidden so many sorrows that it well deserves that one of my hundreds of tears is finally due to something good.
I hold out my palm and bite my finger, trying to contain myself. Is it true? I have read so many times that everyone's time has come that I thought it was a fallacy of tormented people who, fearing suicide, clung to the burning consolation of optimistic words.
Grandma To?i...
When everyone left I was barely able to thank him. He held me by the shoulders and told me he was giving me what I deserved. I was about to say no, I even took a deep breath to get up the courage to say it out loud, but he walked away leaving me alone.
I'm not sure if I was in the mummy position for three minutes or five hours. When I was able to walk I went to find Anthony and locked him in the bathroom to tell him everything. He was screaming so loud I put a roll of toilet paper in his mouth. You know him. We jumped and jumped until our knees took us to the floor.
Aying grandmother, if you were here I would confess to you that I am happy, that I love you with all my soul and that I have fallen in love with the kindest, smartest and most handsome of the impossible.