"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 69 ~ Romantic
What if it were true? That things happen for a
reason, that everything is interconnected, and
that there is a path for everyone of us that
ultimately leads to happiness. I was lying down
tonight by my boyfriend's side, having his head
rest on my left shoulder. He reached for his
guitar, placed it almost perpendicularly to our
bodies, and started playing and singing, despite
the awkward position. I sang along. Then he chose
a love song and I just listened. "Do you love me?"
I asked. He nodded as he continued singing. I felt
a burst of emotions emerge and blur my vision.
Happiness and loss swallowed in the same tears. My
husband's last hobby was guitar, but he could only
practice it for four months before he died. His
love was reaching me through my boyfriend, who
discovered the same hobby two years after my
husband died. He completed the job, the lessons,
the training... the labor of love. I don't know it
is true, but it certainly is romantic.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...