Sueños Modificados... Chapter One... Suppose...

-Never again will I fall in love - I told my friend.

-What happened? – Asked he – you seemed to get on like a house on fire!

-Yeah, we did; but something happened a couple of weeks ago. Listen up, she called to tell me about a dream she had had in which she saw me falling from a bridge. I told her not to worry because it had just been a dream, but then I had a dream too. On it, I could see myself falling from a bridge, the same I guess. There I could look up to her standing on the bridge… and she was kissing another guy.

My friend kept silent for a while and then asked:

-What does it have to do with you breaking up with her? Was it premonitory or something?

-Kind of – I answered – because I talked to her about it and she told me the same as I did; to not to worry, to trust her, that it had just been a dream so it would never possibly happen… and I did trust her… until yesterday night when I got an e-mail with a photo dated from the same day. The picture showed her kissing the damn same guy I had seen in my dream.

My friend went pale and nervous when asking:

-Who was he?

- It was you.