--- 3 months later ---
My father was finally captured and arrested.
I went to the cemetery a couple of times, accompanied by Sara and Goerge, where Mychol and my mother are.
Sam continues to be my best friend, along with Luke.
Then I met other people, friends of Brayan.
I'm with him, yes, but the thing that hurts me is the fact that every two months he goes to the school he attends, away from me.

I'm fine with him.
When we are together, I feel secure.
I feel safe in his hugs.
It's early to talk about love but I'm cooked and I miss it, every day that passes, my fear of losing it increases.
My jealousy increases with every banality.
I wish I could say "I trust him", but unfortunately I can not, I can not.
This doubles my jealousy.

I decide not to pay any more attention to my negative thoughts.
In a few minutes I see it and I do not expect anything else.
Last Sunday I bought a short black dress for the "recurrence", I'm sure he will like it.
Wavy hair, a veil of makeup in the face and anxiety in the stomach.
 
Sitting outside, in front of the swimming pool, in the garden of his house. I await your arrival.

After a few minutes I hear him coming, behind me.
I hear the steps and I recognize his walk.
A smile appears on my anxious face.
I hear him approaching.
His breath on my neck and then his lips on my cheek. "I missed you," he whispers.
I smile again.
Another kiss and I find him standing in front of me.
I get up and hug him deeply.
His scent.
 -I missed it- I think.

We stay all evening there, at the edge of the pool, talking about this and that.
He tells me about him, what he thinks of me and so on.
Suddenly, he mentions the name of a girl. One of his supposed friends.
I feel my stomach burning and a certain anguish going up.
As much as he can pretend he notices.
He looks me straight in the eye.
Brayan: what's wrong?
Nothing for me..
Brayan: You can read it in your eyes that something is wrong.
I instinctively look down on my legs.
He puts his hand under my chin and gently raises my head, so that he can look me in the eye.
Brayan: what are you afraid of?
Me: to lose you maybe
Brayan: For this girl? It's just a friend.
Me: I can not know for sure.
Brayan: Do not you trust me ...?
I look away, turning my eyes to the right.
He turns away from me, looking back, so I can see his shoulders.

Then he turns again.
He approaches and takes my head in his hands.
He looks me in the eye and I exchange the intense gaze.
Brayan: I would not look at the others either from the corner of my eye. "Pause.
He smiles and whispers to me again "It is enough for me to undress with your eyes, make love with our eyes rather than touch other bodies".

I form a sincere smile and he lightly puts his lips on mine.
Just brushing them.
Then he kisses me ...
A sweet, delicate kiss.

It's a moment away.
Smiling whispers:
"I want you mine now and forever."

I smile and this time I lean forward to kiss him.
With more passion, intensity.
Appreciating the moment, the fact that in my hands I have the best thing ever, the enchantment in the middle of everything I'm brothel that is my mind.