I fell for...

I fell in love with the Cow. Yes, the cow. I fell in love with two McDonald's, with electricity shortages, with volcanoes. I wanted those three children although I told you I only wanted two. I wanted them to have your eyes and your hands, my nose and my hair and your wit. I never wanted my children to have anyone else's wit until I met you.

I fell in love as well with India and Australia, I liked the idea of eating worms and who knows what else you'll make me eat, I fell in love with you when you told me that you see women as Edward Cullen sees Bella Swan, and I, for a moment thought I would see your skin shining under the sun, someday, any day, because you were so unreal. You are still unreal to me.

I fell in love with the uncertain future. A dangerous thing to do, because one tends to idealize future, and that is why I also fell in love with the idea that you wouldn't mind to know and to bear that I am a major weeper and that I am not willing to change it, I even thought you would consider it cute.

I am in love with the idea of telling Julián that -"I wrote this for your father when I was 19 years old, when I was already sure that we were made for each other"-.

I fell in love with you, because you set foot on what three different persons in three different continents told you. And I believed you. What if it wasn't me? What if you thought it fit but now you realize that it wasn't me? That I am not the one? Where does that leave me?

How come is it that I fell in love with so many having so little?

And I realized again, that I didn't fell in love with you, but with the idea of you.