It feels weird to me looking back that I wrote to Chela so
often but never even gave her the link to my blog. I guess it was just a way to let out my feelings without the
embarrassment of what my life turned out to be. It was never the telenovela that I had imagined. I am happy
to be home but I plan to leave my life in Seguín as a piece of my past that I
don’t share. No one will
understand what it is like to be trapped in a horror movie. As I watch telenovelas now I am
skeptical about the love they portray, that love is made up and I learned that
the hard way. I feel that true love lies in the love I feel for Juan Pedrito, the love between mother and child.
Love,
Cleofílas
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