Hard to accept

Ethan

It's been a few days since I had any news from Mariana, and it was eating away at me. I miss her, and even miss sleeping on the small and narrow mattress that was too cramped for the both of us.

Recognizing this made me reflect on the irony of the situation because I was now lying in my big and comfortable bed, extremely spacious, surrounded by luxury and all the things money can buy, but I wasn't... happy.

I could claim that since I lost Beatriz, I could never be happy again, but I would be lying in a shameful way. I loved Beatriz, and when she was with me, I felt fulfilled and happy, but as soon as she distanced herself, I questioned why I accepted all her flaws and tantrums.

The truth is, her loss seems to have blinded me, making me only remember the good times and how happy I felt when we were together.

But the big problem is that we spent very little time together because we were always in crisis, with Beatriz complaining about me working too much, not having enough time fo