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I can see you from the other side of the train, I can see you every day since we started taking the same train to the El Pozo Station. I’ve never been brave enough to walk across the wagon and speak to you. You sit in front of me every single day and I still don’t know your name. I want you to know that you’re the reason why I’m wearing my most beautiful skirt, and when I see you throw a yawn at the crystal my pupils are flooded. I want you to know that every time you look at me I feel shivers down my spine and a gentle flush of pink arise on my cheeks. I hope one day I’ll have the courage to say those things.

March 11, 2004.

Same train, same feeling of emptiness, same guy sitting in front of me, same feeling of vulnerability. We stare back at each other for what seemed like hours until I feel confident enough to move. I guess this is going to be the day, I want to talk to you and know what’s on your mind. I hold my breath as I stand up from my seat. You look more fragile than the glass ballerina that sits on my dresser at home. It’s not hard to get your attention under that black hair that dominates your narrow face, I can see your eyes somewhere.

And then it happens, my mind and lips wake up. “Hey” I say. My lips are moving while I’m stammering. I suppose you’re thinking “what a dumb girl” and I want to die, my heart is pounding so hard against my ribcage that I thought it will break my ribs. But then, time stops, it feels like there’s no air to breath or faces to stare at. I just see your eyes locked at mine as you speak. “I don’t know you, and I have missed you, every morning I reject the bus and I take this train just to see you”

And we are close to arriving to the station, what a special day this is. I feel your hand close to mine as we get to a tunnel that turns everything dark. I find your face between the darkness and the dust, seconds passed as we lay there. I could happily die now. Now you’re saying that you love me and I give you the last breath of my heart.