“Hey, my man! Hey, sweetheart! It was a nightmare! Everything’s ok!”
I woke up, and he was looking into my eyes. Following, he started to smell my hair and kissed my head. He hugged me, making me promises. He didn’t say “I love you!”, but I could feel it in the warmth of his body and his affection’s energy.
I could see my face in his blue eyes. I was scared. Tormented by ghosts from the past that were living in my mind when I slept. He knew it.
“If you want to talk, I’m here. But if not, I’m here too!”
He smiled, and his smile was like a sun shining all over the environment after a long and terrible night. Obviously, it was still night. The clock was close to us, on the bedside table. But my mind couldn’t capture the hour. But it was possible to see the sky through the window.
“I’m sorry for this! The past is the present, and the present is building the future that will be present someday, and the present becomes the past… My past is screaming in my mind! But don’t worry about it! I’ll be ok! I’m ok! I’m here!” I said it looking confident to stop the concerns in his mind.
“I love your brown eyes, baby! Would you like a glass of water?”
“No! It’s not necessary!”
He breathed slowly and said:
“Man, just to remind you: I’m here for you! I’m here by your side! Never forget this!”
“I know!”
We lay down on the bed again. My brain didn’t detect when we sat on the mattress. But we lay down, and he hugged me strongly. I knew he was with me. I knew he wanted to help more. But it was my past. And sometimes you don’t know how to talk about all the details of something.
Sometimes the things that you don’t love want to live in your mind. I was so far from my past. But I was so close. Because my past built that present, where I kept the distance between me and some land, some people.
“Have a great night, sweetheart!” he said.
I turned my face and kissed his lips.
Victor dos Anjos 