n't get enough done. Brindha felt my anguish and tried to keep everything as normal as po

hadn't gotten over it. Not because of what I felt for him, but because I

I had already said goodbye to the children the week before, I didn't want to go in, knowing they would be excited to say goodbye ag

d at me, it was so painful that I had to look away. "Can we talk? I'll give you a

was twelve, picking up stray animals, taking them to the vet, finding them a home. He was that boy who would stop the car to help someone cross the street, the rich kid who, despite all the privileges h

gathered enough courage to start the conversation, even thou

stopped the car. That was good; the worst

t week,"

he

going to live w

ht you liked

cided for me a long time ago. I don't have

an adult

y beyond our hands," I said, remembering what my mother used to say, that every privilege

the slaughterhouse the way you'r

I didn't mea

" he asked with a

ow things ended. I nee

for many days, trying to un

s clear: it wasn't your fault. I didn't stop liking you, but long

hy

cas

hanged schools, you were in the first year and I was in the second. You were too pretty to be real, and you seemed unreachable. So I went about my life thinkin

ent in the class, the best football player, and an outstanding student in the math championship. You were too perfect to be true, so I was content to watch you from afar. Until

t five years, yes, it was true, but I only got closer now because I thought that the short t

cause no one had the courage to confess

the next girl you like. If you receive a 'no,' your life g

same way,"

I really liked you. This time we spent together was very happy. I hope you find a girl who helps stray dogs and cats and orphan

jealousy?" He laug

find the perfect girl and be happy. I jus

y on the lips and gets out of the car. At the same time that I