At least, she calls herself a villain. I’m not sure ifthe meaning is lost in translation—Vera does speak witha lot of English slang—or if she is being literal. But I donot see her as a villain. I see her as a girl, as a woman, asa friend, and as a lover. I see her as my star, one shethinks has burned too much for the both of us.
She is not wrong. We both have burned, and insome ways, gladly. There have been many risks thatwere worth taking and many times that we have fallen,but we always fall together. Our journey has never beeneasy. The only thing easy in all of this is my love for her.It is pure, it is simple, and it is true.
One would think that after all we have been throughtogether, the tears and the torment, the witch hunts andthe slander, at some point the path would become clear,smooth, and even.
But the road only twists and turns. It is foreveruphill, forever testing us.
Through it all we have each other, two exiled souls.We pay for our sins with each kiss, we feel our mistakeswith each touch.
And despite all that, I fear the day when it allbecomes easy.
I fear that’s the day when she’ll be taken away.
My lover, my friend, my star.
She can only shine for so long.
Until she is gone for good.
My dearest Estrella,
I am writing this letter in hopes you will one dayread it. I am not sure if I have the strength to place it inyour hand, or if you’ll read this from home in Canada.That is your home, is it not? Not here, with me inMadrid. I don’t deserve that. I would ask for you topardon my English but I believe you have pardonedenough of me so far.
All I can say is that I’m sorry. Lo siento, lo siento,lo siento. And it is not enough. I know it is not enough.To tell you how much my heart is bleeding with you goneis not enough. To tell you that you are my stars and mymoon and my universe…it is not enough. I don’t know ifanything will be enough to take back the pain I havecaused you. I don’t know if anything will be enough tomake things right.
I am wounded, my dear angel, and I fear you arewounded too.
I will not make excuses. But I will explain where Iwent wrong and why it happened. It doesn’t changeanything, but if you can understand the shoes I am in,maybe you will know…
I never wanted to hurt you.
I know you saw me and Isabel on the street. When Ilooked up, I saw you running away. You stand out on thestreets of Madrid like a sore thumb, but that does notsound very flattering, does it? Funny little phrase. Youstand out—always—to me. I feel as if we are connectedin ways I cannot even begin to understand, and whenyou are near, I know. My heart races. It is a peculiarthing, this heart, is it not?
I know that after the night before, seeing me kissher must have hurt like an arrow in your chest. Butnothing is the way that you see it. But before I begin, Imust go back. I must start from where I think the threadsbegan to unravel.
When we first parted ways in Las Palabras, I knewI would see you again. I knew I would do whatever I hadto in order to bring you back into my life. When I said Icouldn’t see the stars from the city, I was not kidding.The skies here are dark and grey, and so was my heart,so was my life.
Chloe Ann was the only bright spot in my day, andsoon I knew I had to make a decision. Do I stay withIsabel for my daughter’s sake? Or do I risk it for you?
As you know, I risked it. I figured, vainly perhaps,that if I stayed unhappy with Isabel, Chloe Ann would beable to tell and she would be unhappy too. Children aresmarter than we give them credit for, are they not? Andso I thought I had to end it. I was not happy. I knewIsabel was not happy. There was more to my black andwhite world than the path I was supposed to stick to.