Today 18 years ago...

I was 18. It was Friday and Jose wanted to give me a surprise. He was studying 6 hours away from my city and I was studying for my finals. He decided to carpool with 3 other friends who were coming to Madrid. Half an hour on the trip, he lost his life.

18 years ago I lost the innocence that somebody of my age should have. I had been praying in church every Sunday so that Jose and I continued to be happy together. But my prayer wasn't listened to.

That was the first nonsensical death I experienced in my life. A dead end on somebody's path, a life truncated, a path that led nowhere...