Dear Science, World, Time, Space and Logic,
I am writing this letter to tell you that he is gone. I am writing to tell you that you can breathe again, nobody is going to bother you anymore. He is gone and now is the moment where I finally sit down to explain you why so many times you called me without response.
You, dear Time, I want to tell you that with him I found new ways to measure hours and that we managed to prove that five in the morning is early for somebody who has found a way to explain with eyes closed that you can dream while staying awake. When you find what you have been looking for, the days are not days and nights are not nights anymore. Sometimes ten years pass before the morning comes. I wanted to tell you that he used his watch only to time the entrance of spring in Madrid. Even your cold Decembers were not cold enough to freeze our hearts beating to the rhythm of Mighty Oaks. I want to tell you that they have lied to you and that you do not really cure anything and that during those infinite two years you were something we were only laughing about with every delayed airplane as if you thought you could steal us a minute of our glory.
Dear Space, your distances were never long enough and the beds were always too small. I want you to know that for him there was no measure of being by my side and all your kilometres were not enough to let me be cold. To you, dear Logic, I want to tell you that if somebody intelligent enough steals your reason, it shows you that all your truths are lies. I want to tell you I am sorry I did not listen to you when you were telling me it was impossible for us to last but if I would have listened, I would have nothing to say right now. And you, World, I am sorry that we forced you to understand that you are not as big as you think.
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with him, and I doubt if he planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’d never forget a single moment of it.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes you reach for more, that plants on fire in your heart and bring peace to your minds and that’s exactly what he has given me. He is gone now but I would have done it all exactly the same all over again because he was the best one.
My dear Dreamer, I would have chosen you again, cause you were the best one.