Quimérico y fugaz

Everything was splendid and wonderful in that unknown place that was tremendously familiar… sitting down to wait, not knowing what or to whom, but knowing to wait…

Has anytime passed to you to have such certainty? Well it was something extremely strange in that moment; to know that something good would come, something for what would be worthwhile to wait…

And like that, from nowhere, among the fog of that place appeared the most desired to see person. Coming closer, and nothing could be done, but to look into those eyes, but to look at those lips and admire that body and at the same time to feel in the own an imperceptible trembling…

When beside, the impression that the heart left the chest and ran far in order to not jump in pieces, the blood also came out leaving an icy and inert body, the nerves stopped to transmit electricity… everything was suspended, paralyzed…

Everything wanted to return to their place to react, but it was too late, their lips were together, they were kissing. It was too much to be certain, to be true; something told that something odd was happening, because they would never have crossed that limit…

It doesn't matter how much you liked it, if you knew that that would not happen or, that if it happens, it would be when there was nothing to lose…

Yes, it was something that was worthwhile to wait or, at least, that was the thought…
But, how much would be necessary to wait?
Would you be able to wait for a lot of time?

And as it arrived, that effigy with its chimaeric and fleeting kiss vanished among the fog…

The eyes opened and, instead of feeling relief or anger for have wakened up, sadness came… yes, the displeasure of what was wanted and known it could not be… of what was strongly longed for and that couldn’t be fulfilled without another being desiring it too… for what united them and they didn't want to break…

And then, that thought again: you could expect an eternity, without stopping to feel, however, that you wouldn’t withstand such waiting… then the thought, that you would prefer a thousand times to arrive to the threshold of the death, to look backwards and say; " I spent the best years of my life by your side", without caring of what happened later; than to look backwards and say: "we should have passed that line, how I regret of haven’t done it"…

Shut the eyes again, hoping not to dream and thinking that one of the most hated things was to regret; mainly of what wasn’t done…