BARRIER OF SIGHS

“But, old Richard, I want you to tell me about Luis and Luisa; the other thing worries me, but I want to know if my love story is similar to theirs.”

“Of course, Mike, they are similar; it's like saying that everything sweet is the same, even if it's not made of sugar. Love makes us dream, fly, and dream, but it can also make us suffer when we deceive ourselves.”

“That can't be; love pities us when we are betrayed or when we are not reciprocated.”

“False, my poet. Love is a gift that we have to give from the heart without any interest; you don't have to tie it up or use it as bait; it is your pure energy that you give. The complicated thing is when you think you can possess something, or you get illusions.”

“Or when you fall in love with someone who is not worth it.”

“In the same way, if it is not worth it, you comply with giving love; that person is the one who loses it; you will already be complying with the sacred commandment of loving your neighbor.”

“And what do I do with the love I still feel for her?”

“Simple boy, that's where another sacred commandment comes in, that of loving God above all. Send it to him; in case she comes back, He will give it back to you, or He will send you a better partner. You must not forget that He is the perfect intelligence and that He loves us infinitely.”

“That's hard to consider when I'm suffering, now that the only way I'm happy is to imagine I'm with her.”

“Maybe it's good that you think about it; although you should also go your way, better may come.”

“I know there must be better, but I just want her. Man, you better tell me what happened with those lovers. I hope they have a happy ending, not like mine.”

“I hope they have a happy ending, not like mine,” said Mike. “Relax, dear Mike; your ending has not yet been written; as for theirs, we will see.”

The hero convinced Luisa's parents to let him stay in a corner. It was very complex since they did not trust this stranger, who, although he seemed to have good manners and the appearance of a pretty boy, contrasted with his white clothes full of patches and strange symbols. Something that reminded them of their daughter's savior when she was a little girl. Perhaps that was why they believed it was true that he had saved her from a werewolf. Although, I don't think it would be easy for any parent to let a man into a small house full of children. It would be even more difficult if the parents had to work from sunup to sundown every day. Although the scales were tipped in favor of Guio, as the warrior called himself, thanks to a bag of gold, which helped them buy some building materials for some repairs to the house, which he also offered to do. He was a somewhat scattered boy, a little strange. In the courtyard, he made a bonfire, which he watched until it was consumed. Besides going out at any time of the night at the slightest noise, His parents were worried and reassured by the fact that he always accompanied her everywhere. To the point that she had to start telling him when she was going to go to the bathroom or to sleep. That was another thing, that guardian spent the night sitting on the floor against the improvised door of Luisa and her eight sisters' room, her other two brothers slept in the room with their parents.

“He is like a bodyguard, a builder, and even a caretaker.” joked the father

“Do not worry; he becomes a son-in-law.” his friends answered him,

“I don't consider that; my daughters are still too young for that; they have to be professionals first,” he replied, somewhat annoyed.

“He is a very handsome boy anyway; it would be good if he could improve his race.” The neighbors gossiped.

That's why, in the early mornings, the father-mother couple took turns keeping an eye on Guio, who almost always stood at the door before they left and greeted them with a smile. Such was the point that he would accompany her to study, and since he couldn't get in, he would spend his time outside the school trying to watch her through the walls. Luisa sometimes got upset because her friends thought he was her toxic boyfriend, that he protected her to the extreme, and that maybe she loved him. The thing was that the guy only knew how to talk about guns and fights; he certainly knew nothing about women. Besides, she only longed for Luis. She remembered how he had saved her, of the days they lived under the same roof, and of his smile that was like the sun rising at dawn. It made her wonder:

“Where will my beloved be? When will he come back? Will he be my lover, or is he just a whim, a girl's whim? I haven't even had a boyfriend. I'd like to know what it feels like; potentially, if Luis doesn't come back or while he returns, I could experiment with Guio. What if I fall in love with him and, when Luis comes back, I don't want anything anymore? Maybe he left, and nobody knows where. Perhaps he's in jail, as the neighborhood gossips say, or maybe he won't come back, or maybe he already has another love, and I'm like a fool waiting for him. If only my guard would behave more like a man and less like a dog. That would be the spark to feed my flame. Just one sentence: do you want to be my girlfriend? I would surely say it if I knew that yes is what awaits him—the yes produced by curiosity. Although Guio is quite handsome, when I close my eyes, I see Luis, causing sighs to escape me. Possibly they'll go looking for him; I want them to find him, coo over him, and cause him to send me his too. My heart is racing, wanting to burst out of my chest as if I knew where he was. I would run nonstop if I knew his whereabouts. But everything is uncertain. What if, after crossing the world, I found him with another woman or, even worse, kissing another male? Anything can happen in the distance that breaks memories and feelings. I hope my sighs are a barrier that protects him from all evil and temptations. Although I don't know why I overlook the obvious, his father esteems himself better than us; he may have sent him to study abroad or to a relative. Surely one of his brothers must know the truth; his younger brother loves sweets. Tonight I will bring him some gummies so that he will confess the whereabouts of me, maybe “love”.”