I had 20 when I met him, we became best friends. He made me laugh all the time, but it was not a simple laugh, it was of those laughs that you tightens the stomach, that makes you want to pee and you need air; I didn’t have to pretend , he likes me for who I am, hard to not fall in love ? I fell in love. He was a guy that liked to be in a relationship but was not one man of one woman, he was a heartbreaker there was no girl who will resist I seriously say this, now and you know what was the worst? That he was wise, that sometimes was rather arrogant. At 25 we kiss for the first time. We were drunk, I suffered a break up and I was in my apartment he was consoling me, we got drunk, we played games, we laughed, it was 7 o’clock in the morning time to sleep. He always slept on the couch, but from that day that changed. He was helping me lay in bed, I was very dizzy I attempted to lower a foot and I fell, I hit my head in the Bureau, then we began to laugh, He didn’t help me up and so I hit him “why are you not helping me?” I said. He just kept laughing, his laughter was contagious and I began laughing as well. He stayed silent but with a smile still on his face “you’re so awkward” he said - and without further due he approached, he graved me by the cheeks and kissed me. That night we slept together. Soon after that I turned 26, one of the best years; I moved to another town and at that time he was 27 he moved in with me , I always said that “it was destiny”. For the first month he lived in my apartment, I had a relationship that ended because of him, don’t get me wrong my ex-boyfriend was not jealous of him, in fact they were very good friends, but he realized that I no longer had feelings for him and that I was in love with my best friend .That was the truth, I thought that it exceeded it, saw it and all that feeling came back to emerge. We became even more united; he saw me in my worst days and in my good days. We slept together, and from time to time, he kissed me more often. The following years up to 30 our relationship was complicated, I loved him, and that was it that I didn’t know that he loved me back but I didn’t want to leave his life, I distance myself from him but he didn’t leave me he stood by my side, above all things he was my best friend and I could not be far from him. Came the “blessed” 30, he was ready, I was ready. Our relationship was something so different, nothing change only now I kissed him when I wanted to and I loved him, just as it comes out in the movies, I was nervous, I got butterflies in my stomach, I blushed, and he made me happy. We were together five short years, then he left, he died. Simply he went to the store and never returned home. Sad isn’t it? I won’t lie when I and say “that those years that we were together were the best”, they were the best, but I disagree. A lifetime waiting to be together and gave us such a short time? Screw fate. I think it’s a little unfair, I think that we deserve to make us happy by more time, we were really good together. That was when I met the real pain, nothing makes sense, not only does the chest hurt, the whole body hurts too, do me so much need. A few days before his death he told me - you know that I love you t? I always did is only that I was afraid of damaging it, but it was worth the wait because you make me be more happy than I have ever been in my life - each time that I remember him I feel an empty chest, it hurts here where they say we have the heart.