1 Chapter 1

My life changed forever since you left Yahir, you took it when you accidentally went to the afterlife, a place from which no human being can return. I never thought you were going to leave me the way you did.

You were my first friend, my first kiss, the first person to whom I gave a sincere smile, despite my hard past. One that your mother and you saved my mother from that time, is something that we will never finish thanking you. You were the first person to whom I revealed a secret, which made me write a boy's name like a crazy in love in my diary while thinking about being your girlfriend. I am sure that almost all the first times I gave them only to you; Although life brought me, new love, it cannot be ignored that those moments you can relive or feel the first time are unique forever. When I turned to the past it´s inevitable not to think about you if everything we live is there, but time takes your essence, it takes the old self and the memory seems more and more alive or more and more distant if I don´t keep it in my memory.

My mother said that life had brought us together in such a magical way, that first love could become a true paradise, but that everything in this life has an expiration date and that in our times you rarely stay with your first love.

I used to dream of you, we built a world in which both of us could always be. But I didn´t realize, that at that time that you couldn´t be my only dream and that there were things outside in the outside world, that would end up capturing our attention and we couldn't live around each other all the time

You started to have more friends, you knew new activities and your smile ... oh, my God that smile, which was only for me ... You dedicated it to other people and things. There I knew that our first times were already happening and that your attention was no longer just mine. I came to hate music deeply, you loved it. I remember your expression when we had our first time together and that expression was now overcome by watching you listen to music, play an instrument, and sing. When I wanted a moment alone with you, people came who had the same passion in common or who you were beginning to love too. I knew you loved them differently and in my head, there was just the idea that you were going to leave me. I was an idiot and I know it ... But I was selfish back then, wishing you only for myself ... There are images in my head of our last moments together, that I don't want to remember ... I want to tell you that I'm sorry, that I wasn't serious and that now I love what you loved, I love doing what you did and I love what your voice sang.

When I met him, I cannot deny that I liked him since I saw him, knowing that he could play the guitar, piano and sing only caused me to immediately want to know why you loved music, possibly I always knew but I wanted to find out ... I think maybe it was an excuse to also be able to approach him, I could simply do what he recommended and go to the music club but there was something that made me insist. His passion, his strength, and that they were just as cool as the person I lost.

When I realized in a short time I knew that I was beginning to like him, that he was my friend although I didn't know if I had a chance ... Friend, that was just you for real until he arrived, I didn´t think that someone could care about me so much like you did when we were kids until you left. Then I understood why you loved music, I began to feel the same as you, and not being in your shoes I didn´t know what it meant ... I regretted having judged you, not having supported you, and above all not being able to continue by your side because of That horrible decision to leave without saying goodbye, because you finished our story before we could continue writing it.

I look back and know that I am not the same Mariely from years ago, I have new friends, a passion that I possibly want to do for the rest of my life, and a new love that came when I thought that I could not get up again without you, Yahir. But Ruben managed to do it, it awakened old feelings that I did not think I would experience again and I was even jealous of someone for believing that he could not give me a chance like that and it turned out that I always had the opportunity. I'm not so shy anymore, I don't need to depend on Ruben to do my thing and he taught me that too. He made it daring and he is my motivation to continue.

I will never forget you Yahir, I remember you and I always will. I still miss you, thank you for being with me ... I've changed a lot, I know you know. But don't worry I'm happy and I'm in love with the best boy in the world, he's as talented as you and I'm happy to have met him ... Forgive me for having yelled at you that day and not understanding you ... Forgive me for falling in love with someone else but now You are no more and I can continue ... Ruben taught me many things and I want to continue learning by his side, now his face lights up my days and it is his love that I want the rest of my days now ...

Mariely was looking at the new diary her current boyfriend had recently given her. It had a small padlock, a small key and it was red ... She looked at her old flowered diary, it was a little bigger and she caressed the pages. Before, she was the typical stereotype shown in good girl movies. She took a photo that she had saved, she hadn't seen it for a long time and it was because whenever she tried broke her heart, for her late boyfriend ...

For a year she couldn't see that photograph, especially that one in particular and finally she could see it without feeling tears that she couldn't stop. She gently caressed the face of that person she loves so much and was able to smile with nostalgia.

Images of their moments together came to her mind, she observed that bracelet with a guitar and pens hanging around it. But a seriousness was painted on her face as she realized that she still had some remorse for her past actions. She still couldn't forgive herself, she saw all those things that she had in that little wooden thing and she put it there ...

-YOU DON´T PAY ATTENTION TO ME…

-I ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO YOU ...

-IT IS NOT TRUE…

-IT´S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU DON'T HAVE DREAMS AND HOPES.

-AND WHY DID YOU NOT ASK ME THEN?

-THIS MAKES ME HAPPY, UNDERSTAND THAT.

-DON'T EXCLUDE ME, THEN ...

-I DON´T DO IT.

-YOU'RE AN IDIOT

-AND YOU TELL ME?

-I DON´T WANT TO CONTINUE WITH YOU ... -

That dialogue was repeated since that day in her head, for exactly a year and the sound of the car ... - She didn´t want to continue thinking, she had already tormented herself enough- It was not true, I wanted to continue with you- She murmured and put that diary in a box that she had recently obtained, to put things there that she wouldn't need ...

She remembered how months ago, walked like an undead among people; they all seemed to have colors except her and since she was simply waking up, eating, studying, and sleeping, she just existed.

But one day while walking through her school she heard an old song, in the hallway of her school. She quickly ran through the corridors trying to find out where that sound came from, she only knew one person who played that song in that way and desperately opened the door .., she wanted to believe that could be her loving boyfriend but it was a young boy who was different ... But from the moment in which their gazes met, a new story began ...

Mariely saw the clock on the wall, she saw the electric guitar and the case and put it in. She took that bracelet, put on her favorite hat and her green eyes lit up in a magnificent way along with a smile, which radiated the happiness that she had in her heart ... Without imagining that her past would appear to combine with her present and that it would have to define her future.,.

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