If one day you wanted to forget me, I won’t resist, I won’t bother you with useless “whys” that only serve to hurt the heart more, I won’t question your decision.
I won’t look for you, nor call you, I won’t say your name in front of anyone, I won’t recall your perfume, nor the smell of your hair after sex, neither the “I love yous” that emanated from the depths of our gazes.
Even if my heart withers, even if I die inside remembering your lips, I will try not to be remembered by you, and I will make sure you forget me forever, let my name become a stranger to you, just another name in your old memory.
But I will love you, and that’s for certain, until my last breath, I will always hold you close, my daughter will bear your name, and my grandchildren will know our story, you’ll be the woman who makes grandpa cry.
by José Luis Cortina.