At the age of 40 I closed my eyes and agreed to marry a lame man just to end everything… but on our wedding night, when I raised the blanket with trembling hands, I discovered a truth I never imagined.

Relationships that ended badly.

The years I spent looking for someone who never stayed.

Meanwhile, Miguel had always been there.

In silence.

Waiting.

Months have passed.

And without realizing it, something inside me started to change.

I no longer saw Miguel as the man I had married for resignation.

I started to see him as the man who made coffee for me every morning.

The man who always repaired anything broken in the house.

The man who walked more slowly when we went out together so that I wouldn’t have to adapt to his step.

One afternoon we were sitting in the courtyard watching the sunset.

The sky was painted orange and red.

Miguel was fixing an old radio.

“Miguel.

“Yes?”

Have you ever regretted marrying me?

He thought for a moment.

“No.

Not a little?

“No.

“Even if I didn’t love you?”

Miguel smiled.

“Love doesn’t always start at the same time for both people.

His words were floating in the air.

I felt something warm in my chest.

Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

That night something unexpected happened.