Echo de menos: What I miss...
Damn you St. Valentin. It seems that as this day for romance approaches, I am not in the best of moods.
The thing I realize the most about not having alguien special in my life is not what most would think about. When I long for my ex, it is not the passionate moments we spent in bed that pop into mi cabeza. When I am alone, I most think about the times I would fall asleep with my head on her lap. Interesante no?
She would gently run her fingers through my hair and scratch my scalp with her perfectly manicured fingernails. We would often do this while watching television, but my favorite times were when the TV was not on and she would softly sing songs to me. She didn’t have a very good singing voice, but that made it mejor. I knew that she felt uninhibited enough to sing to me in Spanish while she ran her fingers through my hair. Each time she hit a note that was off pitch, my entire body would smile. She was the only woman I have allowed to hold me.
No tengo a lap to lie in now and although I try to smile and forget, it is hard. She was the one who would make me feel safe. When I laid my head in her lap, nothing could go wrong except her getting up. I was happiest then. In her lap.
Even El Guapo longs for what he no longer has. Damn you Valentine’s Day.
Dos posts in a row that are depressing… Ave Maria… I’ll try to get into some trouble this weekend to stop the streak. Have faith. You have to understand that my Mercedes is dating a Brazilian and it bothers me more than I realized. Damn you Brazilians with your sexy accent and great hair! If I weren’t Guatemalan I’d seriously be worried about them taking over.