Short story | Empty loves.

That night was the beginning of the end. Miguel was barely able to communicate with Samuel, his partner. There were already many doubts about that short relationship and its possible repercussions.

Friendships that seemed to him something more than that, a past he knew almost nothing about and a world of drugs from which it would be very difficult for him to get his partner Samuel out. It could be said that the more I got to know him the more things ended up displeasing Miguel and turning him into a complete paranoid. Of course, from that world he already had his experience and with the same thought to help him, for love would do it.

— We need to talk.

After a long wait at last a message entered his phone tray, a phrase, an insignificant prayer that could symbolize the end of everything, something that Miguel knew very well and would not wait for a conversation, if things were going to end, they would be once and by phone.

— Whatever you have to say, say it once and for all Sam...

— I'm leaving the country...

— …

To his surprise the phrase didn't represent what he thought, it was even worse. However, he knew that if he saw him in person and talked, his feelings and tears could hurt him more, something that was promised would never happen again. Miguel could not contain the impotence and I prefer not to give any answer about it.

— It's a decision I've been making for two years now, Miguel... I can't miss the opportunity to leave.

— So for what purpose did you come to me?

— ... it's not what you think Miguel, I love you.

— I understand.

I couldn't believe what was going on: leave the country? Why? How do you make such a hasty decision? Everything was fine? What will happen to us? Maybe I'll pressure him by wanting to make him stop using drugs? No... or if.....

In a matter of seconds Miguel's head connected points and made a complete scheme of possibilities that deciphered that decision, however, anger already took hold of itself and slowly the mixture of feelings and pain was withering love. It was a system of self-protection that already characterized his being.

— Love... you don't know how I love you but it's something I have to do, it's been several years thinking about it and I think it's time to go. The situation here is not the best. You really don't know how glad I am to have met you and how much I love you.

— That's enough Samuel...

As he read each of the messages Miguel looked for the most correct way to say goodbye without exteriorizing the pain he felt so much. It was a fact that Samuel's decision was made and for some reason he preferred not to discuss it.

— Don't talk about love Samuel... don't talk about love... don't talk about anything.

— Michael don't...

— Stop it!

Tears streamed down Miguel's face, his pain and feelings grew closer to anger and his paranoid ideas became more and more meaningful. Samuel's words seemed to him nothing more than meaningless, empty and superfluous messages.

— I want you to know that I love you Miguel, you don't know how happy I am to have shared with you. If something breaks my heart is to leave you... you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known in my life... you don't know how much this frustrates me, but destiny requires me to follow a new path, but I want you to know that you will always be my adored prince.

— Samuel... thank you for everything... but... you are selfish. An egoist who has been thinking about his own need, an egoist who has reserved things from his life for fear of hearing my opinion, an egoist who for a long time has maintained a relationship in which apparently the only one affected by love is me ... you do not know how to love Samuel, you do not understand love. If you really loved me we would have looked for a solution together, as a couple ... but not ... you took the last word alone and you leave just like that.

— Michael...

— There's nothing to say Samuel, your decision is made, right?

— I'm leaving in a week Miguel.

— Happy trip Sam.

— I love you...

— "«…»

Miguel closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek. He had finished and felt defeated. Once again he cried for love. Once again his feelings had landed on the wrong person. Once again his emotions withered and turned his heart into an icy rock. Once again loneliness became his lover and memories became his tempest.