I asked my friend what happened to you.
After the sound of your name graced my ears for the first time in ten years, my lungs and heart were reminded of what it felt like to be infatuated.
She told me after you finished your service in the military you went on to live in Puerto Rico.
That is until now.
When you moved back home to Brazil.
To Rio.
I simply smiled and kept my mouth shut, not letting the thousands of thoughts I had running through my hopeless mind escape my lips and allowing my excitement to show.
Then I looked over at him.
I asked him when we arrived at the party, "which one is she?"
He simply shook him head and said, "no one."
He lied.
My brother warned him. My mother guided him.
He should've thought, "She's a friend of my wife."
That didn't stop him.
I saw the two flirting before he took her hand in his and dared to leave me at the party by myself. The two of them escaping the room full of people with just the touch of one another.
I could see the love in his eyes and in hers as well.
The love I haven't had in me for ten years.
