Cuando El Agua Hirviendo

There are moments when life knocks not on the door, but right in the chest. Three times, short and clear. As if checking to see if there's even a drop of warmth left inside. Everything that was hot has cooled; water no longer burns, only reminds you that it once could. Love, fear, regret—all boil in a single cauldron of memories, where the main thing is not to overheat.

And while some are searching for meaning in new faces, others are learning to simply be. No promises, no "forever," with a slight hint of weariness and honesty. Because in the end, only one thing remains—the hope that someone will want it just as much someday as you wanted it then.