Undying Love: Maria the Orphan

How foolish I was when I thought I would settle within Jack and never leave him... I never expected that the ship of love would sink with me, taking my dream along... I believe it was stolen from me after I became vulnerable to all sorts of vile conspiracies, driven by greed... All of this because perfection no longer has a place... Surely, the peak of perfection in things will never be complete as long as we live in this worldly existence.

I think I will live under eternal constraints as long as my heart no longer belongs to me. I had hoped to soar with my soul high above, but it was unjustly killed by a conspiracy plotted against me... The hardest form of death is the one where we die from an emotional shock, while still alive.

I no longer care. I've let the days lead me. I'm tired of trying to control them, letting life take me wherever it wants. I no longer care about anything... While I was at work, engrossed in one of the files, my phone rang. I answered it, but the caller refused to speak despite my repeated attempts to ask who it was... I was puzzled. My mind wandered to Jack—perhaps it was him calling, just like last time... But why would he do that?

Surely, his heart longs for me, and the only thing keeping him away is the terrible act he committed against me... He should never have sacrificed a pure and strong love for something transient. Now, he must drink from the cup of longing and yearning... And I will not forgive him easily; I have grown accustomed to suffering.

I returned home with Livia, as she wanted to spend some time with my brother, so attached to him that she could never get enough of him... She still hasn't lost hope that he will reveal his love for her... As soon as we entered, my brother Alfredo blocked my path, joyfully telling me that Jack had returned what he had stolen from him.

I couldn't control myself; an indescribable joy flooded me, filling my heart. This is Jack, the kind-hearted and pure-spirited man... So, it was him calling me, but he is too shy to admit what he has done... The important thing is, my soul is at peace now, and I know that my twin soul regrets his actions. That's all that matters to me, and I don't care whether he'll be mine afterward or not.

The joy was evident on my brother's face, to the point that he couldn't leave Livia alone, pestering her. As for John, I felt that he wasn't happy—perhaps he fears losing me... I decided to spend time with them and share Alfredo's joy in the return of his right and his money... I had spent the previous days in sorrow, fearing that Alfredo's ventures would fail because of me.

Me: "Finally, Alfredo, a smile has returned to your face. I didn't know that money mattered to you so much."

Alfredo: "Who wouldn't love it in this day and age? It's what raises or lowers a person."

Me: "Perhaps you're right. Everyone now venerates it and raises its status. Those who have money are respected and given a thousand considerations... And those without it remain in the gutter, sadly considered as non-existent... But make no mistake, the one with money will not find all happiness, for money is not everything in life."

Alfredo: "I didn't know I had a philosopher for a sister."

Me: "Brother, life is what will teach you its philosophy."

We all gathered together as a united family, even John. I found myself smiling at him, hoping he wouldn't fall into the circle of sadness, as I could feel it... He doesn't want to lose me, and I, in turn, want everyone to stay happy. I lived to spread the alphabet of joy, even though I was torn apart inside... We laughed that night, forgetting the sadness I had lived through in previous days.

Finally, my smile returned, and my soul blossomed once again like a thirsty, wilted flower that had been revived after drinking its fill... How strange it is, the power of words. A kind word can revive the soul, making it soar through the sky, while a harsh word can imprison it in a dark dungeon, forcing it to endure all kinds of pain.

We parted ways after enjoying the night, each going to their bed, the one place that embraces us and comforts us, allowing us to forget, even if for a moment, all the struggles of the day, so we can live the remaining hours in a world of unconsciousness... I wouldn't have become so attached to Jack if it hadn't been for his words, the ones he poured into me... Words that are planted in the heart at the moment of first love surely stick to the walls of our hearts and memories, living in a state of awe and wonder before the sanctity of pure love.

Before closing my eyes, I held my father's picture in my hands. Tonight, I saw him happy for my happiness... It was my soul telling me this. My feelings have never been linked to mere sight... How beautiful it is to sense the presence of things, even if they don't appear to you outwardly! I kissed the picture after telling him my story, as I do every night, promising him I would follow his path, love everyone, and make them happy—even if it was at my own expense.

I turned off the light, my thoughts with Jack. I wonder, is he thinking of me now, or is he asleep? My intuition tells me he is just like me... How I wish I knew everything about him and could live each moment with him! I won't rush time; I will let the days reveal what remains. The important thing is, he loves me, and that is enough for me.