Old Times

November 28, 1985; I felt it very keenly when my Tia and I went back to San Vicente to see Luis. It was a magical time for us, being where we feel so at home, but it´s over. Most definitely over. One thing is for sure: I will never stop loving him. I will look for another man when I feel ready, but Luis is one of those unforgettable people that come once in a lifetime if one is lucky. In a way, I was lucky, in another no, not at all.

Now

November 24, 1985: There is always a now, a what will I do now? What will my Tia and I do? It seems a great big mess, an impossible puzzle.

Affected

November 19, 1985: Luis is more than my life to me. He´s the best I have ever lived, the best that I have experienced! I would give anything for him not to be a priest, for him not be be held hostage by his precious vocation.

Maybe

November 15, 1985: Maybe I shouldn´t. Wouldn´t really be a good idea to be near Luis again.

Luis

November 8, 1985: My Tia wants us to go see El Padre. We are taking the colectivo back to San Vicente tomorrow afternoon. I don´t want to see him. I don´t want to face him.