Second Chance

SANTI’S POV

It’s been four long years since I lost the person I cherished most in this life. Her smile remains etched in my memory, the way she could effortlessly make you feel like the most captivating person in the room, and those kisses I long for; I could go on and on about the emotions she stirred in me, endlessly.

Today has been the hardest of all, marking four years since I last pressed my lips against hers, the final sight of that radiant smile, and the joy we sustained throughout all our years together. People were always amazed at how long our relationship lasted, but to me, it was simple—I loved her deeply, and she never hesitated to show me her love in return.

We never got to say goodbye properly; many families go through similar heartaches. I often wonder if I should have joined her on that work trip. She was a photographer occasionally working with celebrities and also had a gift for painting. She had gone to Los Angeles to prepare for her exhibition when an unexpected storm struck, leaving her exposed. Sometimes, my frustration boils over when I think that if she hadn’t rescued that child and his puppy, she might still be alive by my side. Yet, I am also reminded of the joy she found in helping others, and I realize that the boy wasn’t at fault. I find myself crying for hours over these thoughts.

As I mentioned, today has been the hardest day of the year. Her family and our closest friends wanted to spend the day with me, presumably to safeguard me from making any rash decisions after enduring so much pain from her loss. It’s true; I’m still in pain, and it has woven itself into the fabric of my life. However, I have vowed to her that I would not harm myself. It’s her memory that keeps me going, knowing she would come back just to ensure I wouldn’t find peace without her.

I am Santiago, but only those I trust call me Santi, and this is the tale of my life, the story before I lost my one true love.