To Jen

[If you are not Jen, you can read it anyway]

Jen, I do not truly know how to start, so let me use this uncertainty as a start. It is crystal clear that between the two of us, you are the writer, as well as the artist, the poet, the singer and the music specialist who listened to Green Day only when you were fourteen; so, please, accept my problems with the beginning.

For more than six months, you were only my English teacher, but then, suddenly we started to meet each other (I still remember your first sms: I was with an stomache in bed, in the last days of my holidays), to better know each other and see how we have finished: you have your own entry in my blog and a piece of my heart (do you feel honoured by both achievements? You should, that is more than 99,9 of human beings get), and I have a hole in my nail.

I could never imagine this could finish that way, what does not mean I regret it: no, I could not miss the opportunity of knowing somebody special like you. During some days, I was looking at you carefully, looking for your wings, since I have been told that angels have wings. Then, I realized, as I once told you in the underground, that your destiny was following a different path than mine (freely quoting Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars). Every bit of you is wonderful to me, everything, believe me Jen, everything means everything and "everything". However, I cannot follow you; you drive too fast in life or, it seems you drive in a different road than me.

Maybe you are right and we are not so different after all or maybe I am right and we are different. Who cares? Maybe our lives in Madrid were too different: bankers and hippies do not usually get on quite well, do they? Am I a normal banker? Are you a normal hippie? Do I have to remember you where you lived and where you worked? Who knows what could have happened with similar timetibles and lives? I do not mean we could live happy forever and ever, but, have you realized that we have not had any slight disagreement in three months? You made me laugh so much, and it seemed to me you were laughing a lot with me as well.

You took the best out of me, baby (I am not sure whether this is the title of a song, let's try it on youtube); every moment spent with you was a treasure (this is taken from a Aerosmith's song, ji, ji, ji). This entry, for instance, was supposed to be a deep and sensible feeling liberation and I cannot help making small jokes. The image I currently have of you in my mind is when I stuck my tongue out in the mechanical stairs in the underground, arriving at the airport.

Regarding our differences, well, remember I believe in magnets: be magnet, my friend. I do not think I could live with a person like me, no, I need a counterweight to so much rational thinking. I think extremes get attracted by each other, but, unfortunately... Nothing, I do not want to end this sentence, I would rather keep it open.

Anyway, we must arrange some kind of symbol between the two of us, just in case we meet in subsequent lifes, to know who we are and, maybe, we can try out what our different lives did not allow us this time, in Madrid. What do you think about it? Wow, that is a weird proposal, isn't it?

We will keep in touch, no doubts about it!