Ignacio had only fallen in love one time before, but this time was different. He’d fallen in love with someone that he would most likely never be able to show his love to.
The first time he was in love, she shared that same feeling. They briefly shared a child together until adoption became the outcome. When this happened, Ignacio traveled as far as the lands would go, trying to forget the love he lost. Months became years and years became decades. After a few of those decades went by, he traveled back to the home he left behind.
He remembers the first time he visited her house, the first time he went to a pool with her and her three beautiful children, the first time he saw her go to jail. It was then that he’d felt that same love he’d felt thirty years before. However, it’d become too late.
He’d lost most of his teeth by now, his hair was slowly thinning but he was no longer homeless.
“One step at a time,” he thought aloud to himself; “One step a time.”
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