I see you

4 months have passed since strange things started happening around me.  The truth is that I am not lying when I say that I have even gotten used to the strange sounds and whispers in my apartment.

At first, as is well known, I almost ended up in a total nervous breakdown with one scare after another thinking that the guy in the parking lot was a stalker who was chasing me to rape me or something. 

What?  The city is very dangerous these days and in the street among thousands of faces we do not know who is who and even less what their intentions are.

  Although I should never be grateful to see that guy again ... so much was my paranoia that one day I woke up at midnight and thought I saw him sitting next to me on the bed watching me.  I almost died of fright! .... In 3 days it will be Christmas and with the boys who will not go to spend it with their families we decided to meet for dinner at my house and from there go to a club to celebrate.  I will never understand why it always seems that everything multiplies for us and time does not give us more than to breathe when the last quarter of the year begins.  

Every day with its respective "surprises" ... like music that activates itself, lights that I don't remember turning on or off, drowned steps like when you walk on a carpet ... At least the music that "appears" out of nowhere in my play list is beautiful and perfect for dancing.  The last to appear as I said is a song called "Í see you" by a certain Mika .. I had never heard it but it sounds very good and it inspired us for a performance that we will do for Christmas .. based on the reunion of soul mates .

 It does sound somewhat corny and in fact it occurred to me and the boys liked the idea and contributed theirs until we had everything assembled.  When listening to the song I remembered that boy who I only saw in dreams ... because yes, I dreamed of him several more times ... I even believed that I was becoming fond of someone that I have never seen, more than in my dreams ... To my pleasant surprise my "unknown beau" also liked dancing and did it very well as he showed me in the last dream I had with him a few days ago, in which we danced together under the moonlight on a kind of terrace facing the sea .. that day I woke up feeling in a cloud .. it was so perfect that it seemed to be taken from some romantic novel of those that I like to read online. 

 I remember that I smiled all day and the boys made fun of asking me who it was that had me with that smile to go and congratulate him and warn him that only half of my time would be for him and the rest of them .. which made me laugh a lot . 

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April 25, 2019 (4 months ago) 

Somewhere in Amsterdam some parents hugged indignantly looking at the most unscrupulous group of celebrity journalists that existed ... the so-called paparazzi.  Those who cared nothing more than to sell news to the highest bidder, whether they were real .. or not .. A few hours ago, their son, dancer David Ferrer, had suffered an accident a week after participating in the national dance Olympics for the 3rd Once in a row and he had undergone emergency surgery in a private clinic in the city where his father worked .. detail that by facilitating his admission and care, he would possibly save his life ... 

- I hate the paparazzi!  They are like carrion birds always looking for and even inventing things to sell their tabloid shit -

- Calm Mara, ignore them.  His prognosis is reserved but I have faith that our son will be fine.  I already ordered them removed from the hospital for making such a fuss.  They are unconscious - 

-I know love, I know.  My David will be fine ..- 

                                         (@@@)

(Months later ... August 2019) 

-How could they dare to Publish that my son had died, damn!  Although I had only gone home for a while to rest and I was so unlucky to find the program where I saw my son dance and I almost died when I saw the photo with the dates and the black ribbon, reiterating condolences to the relatives and dedicating the program special for the death of my son.  Damn incompetent !!!  Do your job well!  How can they post something so lightly without even investigating to confirm the news?  My son is in a medically induced coma.  NOT DEAD !!!  I'm going to sue you !!  - And having said this, Mara came out with tears in her eyes in a fury from that building where the television station was located.  

Her son was not dead and she prayed every day at his bedside that he had faith that he would soon wake up.

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