At the beginning of February this year, the woman who was my partner during the last three years, emigrated to the paradise city of Palma de Mallorca in the Spanish Mediterranean, where her older sister, who had traveled a few years Behind, was waiting for her. Her decision was fundamentally due to health reasons, because in the final months of last year and the beginning of this year, she had presented a decay in his mood, coupled with an anemic picture resulting from a uterine fibroid that caused her great bleeding during her menstrual periods, in addition to preventing her from becoming pregnant with her first child, as was our greatest wish, even when I have two children from a failed first marriage.

Before the mosaic of the recently deceased Venezuelan plastic artist, Carlos Cruz-Diez, who adorns the floors and walls of the Simón Bolívar International Airport of Maiquetía (Caracas), and who has been a silent witness of bitter and sad farewells, we hugged and we we said goodbye, being my face, the last familiar face she would see when she left Venezuela.

During the following months while I managed the necessary documentation to emigrate with some chance of success, I explained to my children my decision to start a new life in a new destination, and also procure the necessary resources to pay for, not only the air tickets, but also the costs of leasing a room, food, transportation and services of both, while getting employment upon my arrival in Spain. During all this time, which seemed infinite to me, we kept in constant contact through social networks, where she shared with me large amounts of photos and videos of the city and its surroundings, a city that without having had the blessing from knowing, I learned to love it as if it were mine, to the point that I came to consider it "my home". I imagined walking through its narrow streets while the breeze hit my face, photographing its beautiful cathedral, bathing in its beaches, all next to the beloved woman. Somehow, my senses of taste and smell had developed in such a way that I was able to perceive in my imagination the flavors and fragrances of the place, which I would arrive in this month of August.

"To love is to find your happiness in the happiness of others."
Gottfried Leibniz

At the end of April, my partner gets a job as a waitress in a city that is about 20 minutes away from Palma de Mallorca. Her work days would last until late at night, so she arrived at the room she shared with her sister in the early hours of the morning, where through Social Networks, she made me part of her daily life, sharing her experiences, good or bad, day by day, through text or voice messages. In early June, the two sisters decide to rent each one in their separate individual rooms, closer to their respective workplaces, managing to rent a room in a house belonging to a Venezuelan woman who lived with her two daughters and some nieces, with which would have some inconvenience in its short stay.

In the middle of that fateful month of June, she would send me a text message on WhatsApp informing me that she would start dating another person she had just met in the vicinity of her new place of residence. A few days later, after useless attempts on my part to reconsider her decision, in my hasty and pointless opinion, she writes that it was too late for me, that my opportunity had passed and that she wanted to give herself a "new opportunity" to herself with this person, an Italian citizen with whom she would soon move. Needless to say, the audios or voice notes that were so common in the previous months, this time shone by their absence.

Without entering into conjecture about the right or wrong decision, and without knowing for sure, if at some point in the future, she will regret it, bringing her a new sentimental frustration, or on the contrary, it is of a plan conceived by God, who put the right person on his way to make her happy for the rest of her life, the truth is that this break he had not foreseen, brought me a deep and heartbreaking pain: in a way, my plans to start a new chapter in my life, were broken, however, even so, in the midst of insomnia and the inevitable, considering that we are separated more than 7000 kilometers from the Atlantic Ocean, I wrote the following letter that I would send by email, where far from expressing my anger or disappointment, typical of a person who has been abandoned by the loved one, I wanted to express my gratitude, and at the same time say goodbye to her.

The letter originally written in Spanish and which is far from being a literary jewel, I transcribe it textually below, reserving some names to preserve their identities:

Letter of Appreciation and Farewell

Hello my Beloved and Dear Fabiola:

I never imagined, even in my worst moments, write this letter to thank you for the love you gave me, and at the same time, say goodbye to you.

Many years ago, when I just graduated from university, my aspirations were, among others, to get a good job with the profession I had chosen, marry the woman I loved at the time and grow old by his side. Unfortunately for reasons that I once explained to you, and that now they do not come back to the case, it was not possible.

A few hours ago, the fate snatches me again, for the second time, the possibility of seeing my dream fulfilled, aging happily next to the woman I love.

Life has treated me like a piñata, a clean stick, for reasons I don't know. However, I learned that it is liberating and helps in the healing process, that I just started, thanks. Thank for the things I once had, and that for various reasons I lost in the course of my life; and thank you for the little that I still possess, hoping that The Creator will reward me in a day not too distant for my right to proceed.

• First of all I want to thank God, for having put you in my way, for having had the fortune and joy of having met you.
  +Secondly, I thank you, Fabiola, for giving me your love, for giving myself to you, body and soul, for allowing me to be part of your life and your personal projects.
• In third place. I want to thank your grandmother, your mom and your brother, for receiving me as another member of the family.

Another process that frees the soul and also yields benefits for physical, mental and spiritual health, is to ask for forgiveness from people who once, for our actions or omissions, hurt. Today I have to apologize for my errors and faults that could have caused you some damage, either voluntarily or involuntarily, consciously or unconsciously. You knew me very well, we spent almost 3 years of our lives together, and you know that it never existed in me, the desire to attack you, disrespect you, insult you or disqualify you in some way. That is not in my DNA, in addition, because I would have wanted to hurt the woman I loved without any purpose, that I still love today and that I will love for the rest of my life, although our paths, due to various circumstances, have been separated.

I wish I could travel back in time, to have you by my side again, and correct those mistakes that separate us today, unfortunately, I do not possess that power.

I want to reiterate once again, that I offer you my sincere, honest and unconditional friendship for the rest of my days. I want you to see yourself reflected in your sister, who despite having separated many years ago from your ex-brother-in-law, still retains their friendship and is treated by everyone as one more member of your family.

You can also count on me for whatever you want, if you need any favor in Barquisimeto or Cabudare, write a report, or anything else, as long as it is within my reach and within my means, it would be deeply delighted to be able to help you with the greatest and deepest love.

When you come to Barquisimeto to visit your mother and your brother, or if fate for some reason will take me to Mallorca someday, I would like to see you, remember good times while we have coffee, prepare a ham bread, and meet the lucky person who took over your heart.

It is not enough to tell you that the doors of my apartment, the one that was once our home, and that you decorated to your liking, will always be open for you, just like my heart.

Finally, I beg you not to forget me and remember with deep affection, the good moments we live together. For my part, I can never forget you, because there is no way to tear out of my memories all those people who once in my life offered me, either, their friendship or their love.

Farewell Fabiola!

“Love is a wonderful flower, but you need to have the courage to go look at the edge of a horrible precipice”

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