“But see, tomorrow I’ll be gone. It´s take it or leave it…” That’s was her last words… And that’s how everything really began….

I recalled clearly…

Before that, came others words, even more surprisingly.

A ride. It was a ride like many others she gave me from the college to my apartment. But, at the same, different from any other. No chatting about music, movies. No laughs. No stolen glances, nor brushed touches. The absence of talking was fulfilling the emptiness. But silence was living inside of me, since I discovered she was moving to D.C.

Why can’t I just don’t tell her?… Why can’t I put my heart between my lips and say something instead of pretending that she has no effect on me?…Why I just don’t tell her that since I laid my eyes on her I was lost to others?. That forever, from that moment on, I will confuse other women with her. That I will search her name and voice and face. That I would sense her scent while walking through the streets of this city. That I can even get myself drunk, but it won’t help anyway. If this liquor was not made with her saliva or tears. That I’ll be eternally wrapped up in her spin of enchantments. Why I just don’t? Why? Silly, gilr! Because, with her by your side you lose clarity or coherence of any thought or expression. Fuck! Fuck!

“”The only thing you live to regret are the risks you didn’t take””

 What? What did you say, Bette?

“It was something about life, regrets and risks…”

I felt the car slowing and my heart racing. How could I say goodbye to this woman?

I couldn’t look to her face, but I felt her eyes intently trying to read me.

"I want to tell you that… That… I loved to know you. I loved to be your student. You’re an incredible woman and I will miss you… everyday. "

When I searched her face, her eyes were sending mistuned messages.

"Now that I made a fool of myself I better leave. Thank you for everything, Bette…

I had to hug her to save her scents in my memory in my veins .It was brief. I wanted to get out of that car. I was going to cry any second.