Euphoria in the Melancholic Sky

Falling in love has always been defined as the source of life, a liberating and beautiful feeling that makes you blossom and catapults you into the sky while making your heart beat wildly for that person, however.

Who talks about the sorrows, the pain and uncertainty, the tears and those little pains in your chest that leave you breathless as you ask:

Why me?, haven't I given my all?, am I not enough?, why can't he love me?, doesn't he want me to be happy?

Yes, life is hard, and love even harder, not everyone has a story where the sun shines on their face and between kisses and caresses they dedicate words of eternal love to each other, or live the dream of their life with those they love.

Many of us have had to be the second option, the cloth of tears or the person who is there despite all the hell they have made us go through, while they judge and only tell us:

Are you an idiot?, but what else can we do if the heart and the brain seem to be in a continuous war?

One where while the thinking one says enough, the latent one says go ahead, because in spite of everything you love him.

The human being is complicated, difficult to understand and Alexandre will not be indifferent, he is that broken soul that will rise from the ashes, that will cry and scream in pain, but will go forward, will make his own decisions and although his world burns to ashes, will rise and persist in the rubble.

We have all had that person, the one who can make you happy with a smile and destroy you with a word, for years Alexandre Dubois believed that only his parents would have that power, since his favorite person in the world, Leonel Cassell could never hurt him, not aware of it, so their relationship could be nothing but eternal, he willing to do anything for his best friend, and the opposite happy to have him with him.

"Alexandre, I love you very much".

By then they were barely six years old, the budding friendship, sincere and completely innocent of two children who only dreamed of always having each other.

"Alexandre, you are my best friend".

The truth of life, the genuine smile and the little hands held with which they believed they could always be with each other.

The naive belief that makes us think we are insurmountable when we have someone to brighten our days.

"Alexandre, you will never leave me alone, will you?"

Adolescence begins to arrive, the stage of insecurities and losses, of desires and decision making.

"Al, do you love me too?"

Smile, always a smile, there, it was as an answer, the hand always taken between the biggest ones, at what point did he start to feel so lonely?

"Alexandre, I have a girlfriend".

The smile trembles slightly but he rejects the idea that that little pain in his chest could be more than the fear of losing his best friend.

"Al, I like her a lot".

And perhaps by this time the doubt has disappeared and the word love is more appropriate.

"Alexandre, I think I'm in love now".