Confessions

When she came into my room that night, wearing nothing, I knew it wasn’t just because she was afraid of the thunder. My mother knew everything. And so did I.

He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.

While the others kept drinking, I already had Andrés cornered in the alley. I'd spent hours unable to take my eyes off him.

I’d been counting the hours for seven days. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I barely cared that I was on my period: that night, I wasn’t waiting for anything.

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The girls had left, the room was silent, and Rodrigo made a joke that we both knew wasn’t really a joke.

There was something about the way he looked at me from the platform. It wasn’t just any look. I knew that if I went with him, I’d never be the same.

I’d wanted her since I was twenty. Five years, a marriage, and a child later, Elena showed up at my door.

The paper contained only a cellphone number. What I found when I arrived at my in-laws’ house that Tuesday erased my idea of who they were forever.

At nineteen, after a lifetime in all-girls schools, that night I learned more than I could have imagined.

I’d been keeping that curiosity to myself for years. In the dark, with him a meter away, I felt that if I didn’t ask then, I never would.

We were sworn enemies since we were five. No one would ever guess that the girl who made my nose bleed would also be my first woman.

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

Adrián offered to drive me home with my guitar. I should have said no. But there was something in the way he looked at me that wouldn’t let me answer.

When I lock the door, I open the drawer, take out the perfume he chose for me, and become who I really am. Only he knows.

When the trono passed in front of me, our eyes met for a second. It was enough to end that night in a way I never could have imagined.

In everyday life nobody walks all over me. But when the lights go out and he looks at me like that, I disappear. I only exist to do what he orders.

We were a married couple used to sharing everything. When Marcos arrived from tour with that same old smile, we knew dinner would have to wait.

When Sofía invited us to see the baby’s room, none of us imagined we’d end up hearing her most intimate, unfiltered confessions.

He’d been waiting for me for years and I didn’t know it until it was already too late. When he confessed at the end, I understood why everything had felt so different.