For the first time in a long time, someone was thinking about my feelings rather than theirs.
I was silent.
After a moment, he spoke again.
“Rosa… if you want, tomorrow we can tell everyone that this was a mistake.
I was lightly incorporated into the bed.
What?
“We can annul the marriage,” he said. No one will blame you.
“And you?”
“Me neither.
His voice was quiet, but there was something hidden in it.
Something I could not identify at that time.
“Miguel,” I said slowly. Why did you do this?
“What?
“Marry me knowing that I wasn’t in love.
There was a pause.
Then I heard the slight sound of him settling on the ground.
“Because sometimes… loving someone means accepting what that person can give you.
“Even if it’s too little?”
“Even if it’s almost nothing.
I felt a knot in my throat.
The rain was still falling.
And that night, for the first time, I couldn’t sleep.
The days began to pass in a calm way.
Our house was small, but warm.
In the morning, Miguel would get up before me to make coffee. He then opened his small workshop in the front yard, where he repaired old televisions, radios and phones.
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