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B está enamorado de X. Por supuesto, se trata de un amor desdichado. B, en una época de su vida, estuvo dispuesto a hacer todo por X, más o menos lo mismo que piensan y dicen todos los enamorados. X rompe con él. X rompe con él por teléfono. Al principio, por supuesto, B sufre, pero a la larga, como es usual, se repone. La vida, como dicen en las telenovelas, continúa. Pasan los años.
Una noche en que no tiene nada que hacer, B consigue, tras dos llamadas telefónicas, ponerse en contacto con X. Ninguno de los dos es joven y eso se nota en sus voces que cruzan España de una punta a la otra.
Llamadas telefónicas, Roberto Bolaño. (via gastritico)

“This is me. This is my ex-boyfriend Sam. He broke up with me on our one-year anniversary. We lived together, and I was left without a home and very much alone. We had been together for a year and we lived together for most of that year. We went everywhere together, we smoked the same cigarettes, we slept in the same bed. It’s been almost four months since he broke up with me. It was so hard, but it’s gotten easier. I moved back in with my parents and I just started dating a really great boy. These pictures are weird to look at.”

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“I thought when Jordan took them that we were so in love; it had just been my birthday and everything felt right and I was so happy. I was so happy. It’s hard to see these, because I know now that Sam wanted to break up with me at the time these were taken and I was oblivious. He was my first real love. We don’t talk any more. I thought we could be friends but for whatever reasons, he stopped answering my messages and I stopped trying. But you know what? These pictures are special. They are real, tangible representation of something that changed my life and changed me for the better. I love you, Jordan, for taking these. Thank you.”