I had to breathe fresh air, look at the stars trying to count each one of them, giving them a different name to what each constellation really was. Even the sound of the car engines was calmer than all the chaos I was experiencing at home, I know I made a hasty decision, it's not that I stopped loving her, I just didn't know that my life was going to change that way, a lot of responsibilities, she asks me to change my habits all the time, it's not like before she laughed at me when I left my underwear lying on the side of the bed. Sometimes I feel frustrated for the life we are living, her parents still do not accept me at all, getting a decent job is more difficult every day, big companies only want professional people who have lived as a slave in a university, have done masters and doctorates, while I simply dedicated myself to carpentry and art.

As I walked down the street avoiding the hot smoke from the sewers, I could still remember the first day I met her, we were at a mutual friends party, her best friend turned out to be my sister's boyfriend. When I saw her from afar I knew that she would be the mother of my children, a redheaded girl with freckles on her face, was what attracted me most to her, that exquisite aroma of roses highlighted the delicacy of her skin, for me she was the perfect girl only that with time I realized that she was perfect with very demanding parents, nothing more could be expected of a wealthy family. I can't deny that she loves me, the fact that she left her house and went against her family who wanted her to marry someone more professional and wealthy, speaks very well of her being, maybe it is me who is not doing things well, and who is not valuing her. Now she's the perfect woman with an imperfect husband, that's how I see her now that I'm walking aimlessly through these cold, dark streets.

At the moment I just kept on walking while my thoughts flooded my head, but also my stomach was asking me to crunch to feed it, now that I remember it I left home without having dinner, we had fought because I didn't wash the dishes after lunch, it's not that I'm lazy, it's just that today they were tuning in to a very good football game that I didn't want to miss, so I got distracted. Maybe if she hadn't exploded like that, I wouldn't have been filled with anger, but I have to admit once again that she's right.

Near where I was walking there was a very good burger shop where I came with my current wife, I could already imagine those fries with tomato sauce and every bite that leaves my mouth full of fat and sauces. So I didn't think twice and cross the street to order one. The place was a bit lonely, and it was to be expected since it was very late, it was after 11 pm, I was lucky to find a place that works late. I sat at the first table I saw at the end of the aisle and a girl approached to take my order. The atmosphere was very good, it reminded me of my wife's smile every time I invited her to eat there, she always ordered salad or other light food, while laughing because my lips were full of sauce from eating a big burger.

It only took 20 minutes and my order was already on the table, I ordered some more sauce as always and another drink to accompany the meal. The truth is that I was enjoying the silence of the place, you could only hear the meats crunching in the hot skillet, it was as if I was once again single without any concern, and I really needed a day completely with that sense of freedom, so I was going to finish my burger and spend the night in a hotel.

A rumble surprised me as I finished the last bite, it was a small bell in the bolt of the main door of the store, a very pretty girl entered the place something strange, as if she was lost, I could see from where I was that I was crying, her eyes were a bit red and something stained by makeup, the girl asked the waitress something and left the store again. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I took the last bite and left the payment on the table for the food. I was already outside the store, and from a distance I looked at the girl walking, I didn't want to scare her or make her see that I was following her, I just felt the need to follow in her footsteps.

She walked for a long time, while I followed in her footsteps like a shadow. Apparently she lived in another city because she went to the subway, bought a ticket and sat down to wait, while I did the same, sat a little away from her, until I was surprised.

— What do you want? —she asked me without looking at me as she wiped her tears.

—I'm sorry, I just wanted to know if you were all right, — I replied as I got up to approach her and sit next to her. Her aroma was similar to that of my wife, which amazed me, it was curious, from afar I could not see that she also had freckles, it could be said that her appearance was the spitting image of my wife whom I had left alone at home that night.

Between the apologies and explanations the girl told me about what was happening to her while I offered her a cloth handkerchief to dry her tears, and curiously she was going through the same situation as me, she felt insufficient as a person next to her boyfriend. And so we had a good time talking, she told me about her family and how she met her fiancé, the things that changed after getting engaged and how scared she was of making the wrong decision. I felt totally identified with her, and in a way attracted to her, that night more than talking there were flirtatious comments between them, for a moment I forgot that I was married until she asked about my life. We both felt that we understood each other, that that night we were destined to get to know each other for the first and last time.

A couple of hours passed and her train was about to leave, strangely I felt the need to give her a kiss on the cheek because I knew it was going to be the last time I was going to see her, that night I had mixed feelings, it was a very strong attraction to which I gave in, she closed her eyes like me, gave me a hug and said goodbye to me and then get on the train.

Anyone who saw us might have thought we were engaged, but we were just two souls who crossed paths to love each other one night and move on with their lives the next day. That night I returned home, I didn't go to any hotel. With that strange girl of whom I never knew her name, I could understand how valuable my wife was, even if I let myself be carried away by a little temptation in my thoughts, because in her I saw reflected my wife, it was when I put myself in her shoes, I understood her, that night I was loving and perhaps loving a woman perfectly like you, my love.