Choose Me

Tita, I have decided to dedicate this post to you, because you need to hear what I have to say. I can sense your indecision about me, but know you love me more than John. John is merely a doctor who healed you when I could not. I appreciate his kindness and how he helped you, but you must realize that I would have done the same had your mother not separated us. Still, you are grateful to him and feel indebted in some way, but you must understand that that is not the same as love! Tita, we are meant for each other. Nothing you have with John, or I with Rosaura, can ever compare to that. I know you cannot possibly feel the same way with him as you do with me. We shared our love, became one, while John was away. Now that he is back you must face the truth: you do not love him and cannot marry him. You and I can find a way to work things out, despite the one little hindrance that I am married to your sister. We must trust each other, and believe in our love.

Do you remember the fire our love once had? That fire is still here, Tita, within each of us. All we have to do is rekindle it, and then there will be no doubts. Know this, Tita, that I love you, and you love me. I will not stop fighting for you.

Igniting

Finally, the most wonderful thing has happened. Tita and I have become one, and now I know nothing can stop us from being together. My wife has become quite uncomely, Tita's betrothed is away, and Mama Elena is dead, gone forever. Now that Tita and I have shared our love, I feel the fire inside of me, that had been struggling to stay lit, reignited. So, with that joy, I went out to celebrate with Juan and some of his men to have some drinks. The next part is a little fuzzy, but somehow I ended up underneath Tita's window, pouring out my love for her in song. Juan may have been there too, and Gertrudis, and some other rebel soldiers. I must have sounded wonderful, because Tita came to her window, and at some point her fire for me flew out the window like fireworks and combined with my own, and soon our love was ablaze in all its glory. Again, this was all fuzzy, but the fire of our love must have gotten too strong, and it started to burn me. I was running across the grass in passion, and there were others there, Gertrudis and Rosaura I think. All I wanted was Tita; I needed Tita. I was crying, yelling for her. Once she was there, beside me, I needed her to stay there. It was the most wonderful, most painful, and most fiery moment of my existence. I have never experienced anything like it. It proves to me that Tita and I are meant for each other, and that we will be together.

My Son

My son, Roberto, was a miracle. Who would have thought that mine and Rosaura's child would bring me closer to Tita? It is true, though. For the time before Roberto's Christening, Roberto, Tita, and I were a family. At the moment of Roberto's birth, when I was unable to be there, Tita was. Tita wa sthe first person to see my son enter this world. If not for her, Roberto might not have survived. When Rosaura's milk dried up, the three of us were the only ones who knew how Tita was feeding Roberto, breastfeeding. When Rosaura was too sickly to be with Roberto, Tita cared for him. Tita and I were the ones at the Christening to present Roberto to the community, without Rosaura. It is obvious who the true mother of my son is.

However, at the Christening, Mama Elena decided she would send Rosaura, Roberto, and me to San Antonio. This was the moment when I realized that Mama Elena is the controller of our world. She decides what happens, and everybody obeys. So, I had no choice but to go away, and leave my lovely Tita. While I have been away, I have done nothing but think of her, especially while with Roberto, who I know missed his mother, his real one. Because of his separation from Tita and the milk she had been giving him, his life with Rosaura and without milk killed him. I know now whose fault this is. Mama Elena killed my son. Mama Elena separated our little family, of Tita, Roberto, and me. It was because of this that Roberto died, because of Mama Elena.

I wonder how my love Tita is doing. I don't imagine she will take the news well.

My Wedding

My wedding was today. I wish it had never come. Funny, it ought to be a joyous occasion. I suppose I should let you know that my fiancé, well, now wife, is not the woman I love. My wife is Rosaura, but my love is her sister, Tita. I realize this sounds terrible, but I had no other choice. Tita's mother will not allow her to marry me, nor anyone. When I asked Tita's mother for Tita's hand, she offered Rosaura instead. By then I knew a marriage to Tita was impossible, so the only way I could be close to the woman I love was to marry her sister. Because of this, I feared I had lost Tita, until today. The brightest part of today was the moment after the ceremony when all of the guests come up to congratulate the bride and groom. When it was Tita's turn, I was finally able to explain to her why I was marrying Rosaura. I could tell that Tita forgave me for it and that she still loves me. That was all I needed to know. It enabled me to get through the rest of the wedding.

The reception was strange. It started like any other wedding reception, but something odd happened. Everybody there started crying, toward the end, about the time when the cake was brought out. I have no idea what caused it, but I saw not one person in attendance who did not show some sadness. I never cry, but even I found it exceptionally difficult not to burst into tears. After that, what can only be described as food poisoning started to take effect. Within minutes, everyone in the room began vomiting, whether they had made it to a bathroom or outside or not. I lost track of Tita in the chaos, but I did not miss my bride throwing up right in front of me, something I could have lived without seeing. Rosaura was still considerably ill by night, and I used it as an excuse to postpone our wedding night. I think I will delay it as long as possible, although I know I will have to get it over with eventually. For now I will just attempt to see Tita as much as possible.