One of my moments.

Everyone has a friend,

But none like mine.

He’s special.

I was in deep trouble. Messing every relationship I was involved at the time I felt like a dizzying toy. No focus, no direction and no way to stop. In an unexpected instant of brightness I realized I had to call him. What would I tell him? After all, we had been apart for a year now, just chatting occasionally and talking about each other colleges.

The phone began ringing. He has always taken sometime before getting the call. I could still cancel it. Hello? Hey! Are you gonna be at your home in the afternoon?  Sure, why? I was wondering if I could drop by. (I had never gone to his home before.) Fine, I’ll pick you up at five at Rosario, ok?

That afternoon, I shut down my cell phone, sat on a couch, spent some of the most relaxing and smoothing hours of my life and arranged a little trip for another day, which date I can’t remember but we will call: “The shut up day”.

Vacations, one car with gas, plenty of stories, dreams and tribulations to share; combined with our characteristic way of walking while talking took “The shut up day” to a national park. I had been there before plenty of times and I really wanted to show him the place. Owned! He had been doing his Social Service at the ecology station of the place the whole semester. Even though, he had never got out of the office before and claimed to be unaware of what was out there.

After a little encouragement, I began to talk. There’s something you should be aware about me and talking. When I start, it’s going to take a while before I end. It usually takes something out of my control for me to stop talking. Like it’s time to go to class, the bus arrives to my stop or someone else drops into the chat, meaning to stay.

Being surrounded by trees, time and a patient buddy doesn’t provide any of the inconveniences listed before. I talked about me, my interests, my problems, my experiences, and with him inviting me to go on, coaching my fears and laughing at my jokes we lost around three hours. I felt like a feather, calm and happy.

Hunger caught up with us. A pause was made to order some tlacoyos to a nice lady. The place was desert. Enough. We’ve been talking about me. How are you?

-         - My dad is not living with us. I feel so worried about my mom…

 I should have shut up hours ago.