I was absolutely sure that after that night I would not be able to escape from his hands and from my true feelings towards him; we shared some drinks in my house, my mother and I were completely astonished, I had spoken to him a little about him, but he had so much time that he didn't touch on the subject that he surely thought that I had already forgotten him or that we had finished some possibility of attempting a relationship.


While he was playing some piece in the living room because my curious mother asked him to play something for the evening, I did not stop looking at his face, between a pale and red tone with red cheeks, those blue eyes that made me succumb in the depths of the sea, his big hands that went along with his body and stature, seemed to be a totally contemporary man but that was preserved despite our ages. While he was playing his saxophone he sometimes looked at me smiling, I only remained analyzing and assimilating such a situation, one could say that it was a romantic evening, because the living room was adorned with white and red candles, a good melody, red wine and most importantly, he was by my side.


It was 2 am and I was still talking with him, between that I knew that his stay in my country was short because he had been hired for a month in an international marketing company, at that very moment I knew that he was also dedicated to design and told me a little about his best experiences in known companies.


Talking to him was something different from what I normally did with some man, really the only thing that was interesting to me with others was sexual issues, get to the point, maybe avoiding getting me with the bad taste of knowing that they were perhaps married men, divorced, or simply looking for what I was running away from.


That night we said goodbye with a tender smile, I prepared the guest room, he insisted that I could go to the hotel where he was staying, but the truth is that I did not want to let him go alone at those hours, it could be dangerous, or rather, I think he feared the fact that maybe I would not see him again.


"If this was a trap of life, it had fallen completely, because even knowing it, I no longer wanted to escape."


I pass all the opposite to my bad thoughts, that morning when knocking on the door and not receiving any answer, I enter with the fear of not finding it there; I was deeply asleep, before my eyes it looked beautiful and my curiosity was playing with my mind and body, without noticing it I was already caressing his pale face, I was contemplating his dream for several minutes, wanting time to stop, but I wanted to have some food ready for him, so I removed my hand from his face, I got up and when I turned around I felt that his hand took mine and pulled me towards him, making me fall between his leg and the bed, then to say good morning and take possession of my being with that first kiss.


During the week we would see each other for up to 5 days, we would visit many tourist places in my city because we both liked photography, a passion in me that I had forgotten, but also revived with the arrival of him, many things about me that I had left behind perhaps for that, not remembering the past and living in a different way, trying to make a life again. All those nights after a sweet evening we would always walk to the shore of some beach barefoot while we contemplated the sound of the waves and the shining of the stars and the moon.


As the date of his return approached, inside me I felt an immense desire to live the day as if it was the last, but I could not deny the sadness I felt just thinking that I would have to say goodbye at some point. All my life I have thought that there are people who come momentarily to our lives to make us change, maybe he in my life would only be that, something beautifully momentary that made me happy and made me see that I could not remain closed to the will of my heart.


That last night we spent it in a hotel, the same one where we had dinner. The room is full of petals of white roses and the atmosphere was really exquisite and aphrodisiac; I ended up leaving my fear aside and I gave myself to that which inside me seemed to be a love consuming or sealing something pure; between kisses, caresses, deep looks full of ecstasy but more of tenderness, it was a short night for everything that my body wanted to express towards him, love.


The next morning we woke up together with a smile, although I was a little quiet, I wanted to be as serene as possible and not break before him. It wasn't their fault for having to live thousands of miles away, but I was grateful for the opportunity to meet him in person, to have lived a month with him, to know about our lives and to live a momentary routine.


Being at the airport and hearing that his flight was about to depart, I couldn't hold back my tears, so before he turned his back on me I hugged him tightly while in my mind I only thought and asked the heavens to meet his being again. He, however, wiped my tears with his fingers and told me that everything was going to be fine, took his suitcases and saw him go through that door.


All the way home I was thinking about the little time I had spent with him, my head filled with flashback that made me cry. When I opened the door of my house there was my mother waiting for me, knowing that I had broken before life and giving me the strength to turn the page and go on with my life, not knowing that maybe I could change again.


"But that peculiar sound drove all evil thoughts away from my soul, making my path clearer."


My tears stopped when I heard the sonnet of his saxophone, when I opened the door he was there like that night I saw him for the first time, smiling.


"My life had already changed since that night; both he and I did not want to give up our destiny."