We are not an aberration
-This is not like you.
Laughter bursts out of me from the deepest sincerity. Blake meanwhile continues to blind my sight with his hands. Our feet are drunken Siamese twins sharing the last bottle.
They crash here, they crash there....
-It's a surprise.
-I know where we are! Remember I saw you park? Blake! We're going to kill each other. I protest before tripping over a loose tile.
My hands cling tighter, supporting my poor balance. The swaying of our footsteps causes our bodies to rub together, sending shivers down my spine. If it weren't for the fact that this morning my feminine desires were amply satiated, I would say that I feel like going back to my room and keep the present waiting.
Ta-da!
Eyelids cramped up and down. We are on the radio. If this is the novelty, I hope that next time she works a little harder. My grandmother always said: it's a good lady to be grateful , so I wrinkle my nose simulating happiness. Even though the surprise is conspicuous by its absence.
-Look.
Behind the glass of the steering booth I can see that we have guests. Two young girls give free rein to their knees with Shakira as support. Anthony, and my crazy friends, with equally broken hips, arrange some folders on the table.
-The one in pink jeans is Alba? I don't understand.
I sit in the empty director's chair. Absorbed in their happiness they are unable to see how across the room, my astonishment regulates the glasses of curiosity.
-I contacted the director of the institute. After an intense conversation we came to the conclusion that radio would be a good alternative as a business internship. I presented the Solas program to the students, and magic happened! Alba and her friend signed up instantly.
When I am about to open my mouth, Blake's explanations force me to close it again. I can't quite believe my eyes.
-The director turned out to be a most understandable woman.
-Understandable? Are you talking about the same woman who threatened to send me to jail if I came back?
-People change when you know how to explain properly.
Blake winks at me with an air of superiority. I'm so dazed I'd fall on my ass on the cold floor if it weren't for the fact that I'm sitting down. And not just from looking at the girls on the other side. The effort Blake has had to put in to make this happen exceeds the limits of demonstration.
-Are you crying?
His fingers caress my hair and my body is electrified. Every inch of my skin bristles at the slightest of his touches. I am so surprised that emotion floods me.
My mother didn't care that I was her daughter to get rid of me like an old rag. She abandoned me without wanting to know how I would grow up or who I would look like. He has no obligation. He owes me nothing. He makes an effort because he loves me.
-Seeing you cry tears me up. Love...
My self-esteem sets off the sirens of panic. My heart races. My hands tremble. My knees freeze. My words choke. Mine is a textbook crush! The one who from the day he was born knew he would be immortal.
Love, tireless dementia that when you look for it you can't find it and when you have it you are afraid of going mad.
-You have her here. You can talk to her. Aren't you happy? If you think I did wrong...
The door opens and closes as Laura, Karina and Anthony find themselves inside.
-They are delighted. They can't stop laughing.
-Laura completes Anthony's sentence.
-I can't believe you made it," Karina looks at a nervous Blake scratching his chin.
When I am finally able to handle my emotions I stand up and in front of my friends I throw myself into his arms resting my forehead on his. I succeed and not because I am short but because my love scratches the sky.
-Are you happy? -His lips collide with mine.
-What you do for me. What you make me feel. You are the creator of my happiness," I say before eating him in a direct and deep kiss.
Anthony blew a whistle into the air along with a line about us finding a hotel and the girls burst out laughing. Blake wipes away a stray tear. His silent pupils tell me how much he loves me. Being in love isn't finding the perfect toxic or the perfect interesting or even the perfect guy, being in love is discovering yourself imperfect and knowing that he, despite your complements, loves you.