The man sat at the bench. Smoking.
I could see how his heart was pounding. He was thinking deeply, oblivious of the passing people, their noises and their stares. The sole of his shoe totally killed the dying light of the cigar. He lit another.
I would always remind him to quit with his vice. I know I had only a little of a convincing power. He got away with it. Not until now.
He sat there. Legs crossed. His views remained focused to nowhere. I was there; a few feet away from him. A handkerchief in the right hand. I squeezed it hard. And I almost cried.
He sat at the bench. And I sat beside him.
“The air’s freezing you should have worn a jacket.” My voice hung in the coldness of the night and of the park showered by colorful lights. My voice hung in the air. Unheard.
We sat there for a couple of minutes. Talking about nothing. No, not even talking at all. The silence was unusual. He continued smoking while I covered my nose with the hanky. The only thing I’d be keeping from him.
Sorry, he finally said. He’d thrown the stick and turned to me.
Sorry, he repeated.
I smiled and looked away. I thought the skies were crying. But I was wrong. I was the one crying.
I have always expected this thing to happen. We both were. We both knew there could always be an end.
Before we decided to see each other that night, I have already prepared myself to anything that might happen. I have heard of the talks day before. But I never heard a word from him. The questions I had were asked in silence. And that night, he also answered them in silence.
He hugged me and I could feel the warmth I have always yearned to feel.
I could feel his tears falling. That made my sob audible.
I stood up and handed him a letter. I had written the things I could never personally tell him. He stared. His tears continued to fall. I wiped mine and smiled.
Best wishes, I said without looking at him.
He reached for me and said, “I love you Miguel.”
But I walked away. Saying nothing. The tears fell like it wouldn’t stop. My heart bled. It was squeezed. I ran like a child with the audible sobs.
I wanted to shout how much I love him too.