Emilio Valdés
Joined November 2017
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I Hear the Doorbell Ring
I hear the doorbell ring. That's how it usually starts. Every now and then, I think about Ricardo coming back to me. I've imagined this conversation a million times in my head. I'm at a hotel room in Buenos Aires, as I am today. Maybe because that's where we met so many times, so many years ago. I'm looking out the window trying to gather the strength to see him face-to-face again, for the first time in 12 years.
By Emilio Valdés6 years ago in Humans