She is beautiful, intelligent, caring and, about all, really funny. When looking back, I have to admit that I’ve had a great time since I met her and, what’s more important, she has always been an essential support for me in bad times. But, who is she? Not easy is answering this question without provoking any surprise on you, since ours is not a conventional relationship. She is not a person, and neither an animal, of course. She is something different, unusual, strange … for people, not for me.
She is a shadow, and more precisely, the shadow of my last girlfriend. It turns out that, after the break of the relationship, for some reason that I don’t fully understand, she (the shadow) decided to stay with me rather than let me alone (It’s weird, I know). Ever since, we’ve been living together and sharing almost everything in our lives. Even though, in the beginning, I had real troubles at understanding what was happening and trying to rationalize it, I finally ended up getting used to such a strange situation. One day, I just decided to go ahead and not to think too much about it, since if I had tried to find the meaning of the matter I would have become crazy, for sure.
Thus, after some weeks of getting used to it, I finally found myself involved in a strange but not less delightful relationship. This relationship has, as you can imagine, some drawbacks which made me think a lot in the beginning. For example, she is only present during the day, under the sun light. Hardly does the sun set, she disappears. However, paradoxically, these moments before her vanishing, are magic: the sun still over the horizon irradiating its last rays over the Earth, projecting her obliquely on the ground, and lengthening her legs delightfully. This is her way of saying goodbye, see you tomorrow. Even though you can find it a bit sad, I’ve got used to it, and I know that I’ll only have to wait until next morning to the sunrise, when she´ll reappear again in my bedroom. Particularly sad, however, are those cloudy days in which she barely materializes and, if she does, it’s so weakly that you can hardly see her. That gets me down.
Another additional handicap in our relationship is the impossibility of any physical contact between us, which in some moments can be really frustrating. In this respect, the closest thing to a real contact that we’ve achieved is when I lie down on the floor and then, she projects herself over me. It’s under these conditions when we feel really close to each other. It can sound ridiculous, I admit it, but it’s just the only thing we have, and it’s enough for us.
And what about the communication, you’ll wonder. This was very hard to deal with, since, with her not being capable of speaking a word, I spent half my time trying to guess what she was meaning, and the other half complaining about not having a normal flesh and blood partner. According to my friends, I was a lucky man for having a girlfriend who cannot speak, as there is no way to have an argument with her. But this is not true at all. When she gets angry for any reason, she has her own ways to let me know: as a sort of punishment, she can easily remain missed for several days, until her anger has vanished.
Despite all the drawbacks that have come up during our relationship, we’ve overcome all of them, and now we are both enjoying our daily routine together, with a full and quiet happiness, as any other couple. I’ve ended up finding the love in a non-conventional way, but I don’t care: she’s been able to make me happy again. And she, in her complexity, is unique: I love the way she contorts herself over the steps of a stair, or when she suddenly acquires texture as she’s projected over an old wall, or when her body fluctuates over the water of the river. She’s so weird and delicate …