We fell deeply in love back then, promising each other that we would get married someday. However, life had other plans.
At that time, my family was very poor. My father was seriously ill, and Manuel had to go far away to work in the north of the country.
Between distance, responsibilities, and some misunderstandings, we ended up losing contact.
Some time later, my family arranged my marriage to another man.
He was a good, respectful man… but he wasn’t the man I loved.
For thirty years I fulfilled my role as a wife. I had children, raised them, took care of the house, and kept the family together. My husband passed away seven years ago from an illness. Since then, I’ve lived alone in our old house. My children now have their own families, and each one lives in a different city.
I thought my story was already over.
Until two years ago, at an alumni reunion, I met Manuel again.
