I have been telling stories to the people that I know and to the people that can read me for as long as I can remember. I have told myself so many bedtime stories so I can get some sleep ever since I was a little girl. At first they had to do with unicorns, with magic and flying but know they have more to do with the people that I love. I use to arrange play dates with my favorite cousin to play with some Barbies, I use to imagine that the boy I knew in high school will finally notice me… I use to have all these wishes. I have gone through some changes, I am, for better or worse, a grown-up, I can decide my future. I have to listen to no one. Unicorns and fairies don´t help me sleep these nights, I have to imagine myself with the man I love. At first it was a blurry figure, something really far away and now, with a ring in my finger is almost so real, it hurts. Now that I am away from him I force my imagination to create sceneries where I can meet him, where we are together forever…I tell myself there is no greater ending than this one in particural and that this story can last for all the nights that I have left in my life. I tell myself that there is no need to cry and that I can rest and trust that this will not only be a story in my head, that this will be my life.
