Vera's Book Corner

Half an hour ago, my best friend, Paula, called me. She said she'd stop by at my place to tell me all the details about the well-paid acting job she got today. She couldn't speak over the phone, because she was too excited, and she forgot to tell me if she was going to be in a TV series or a movie. This reminded me of the time when we were in college, and we sincerely supported each other, even then, when we were both going to the same auditions, competing for the same part. These days, we are not seeing each other as often as we want to. Paula is too busy. She has two jobs; she is constantly going to auditions, and occasionally she does theatre plays. But every time I see her, she makes me forget about my problems for a moment. Today, I'll be alone at home all day. Usually, the housemaid is with me every day, but she had to go to her cousin's wedding in Mexico for three days, and Samuel is on one of his "business trips". "You will not believe me,

May 2018 Everyone who says that time cures every pain is wrong. The days are passing by and the time was supposed to heal me, but for me, nothing has changed. In my life, there is nothing else but suffering. No matter what I do, no matter where I go, Tom is always on my mind, and he follows me like a shadow. Love doesn't end because I know that I'll never see him, or he will never be mine again. I wish it were simple to erase him from my memory and my life. But I can't escape, and I can't forget, because love can't disappear just like that. I don't believe that I'll ever stop loving him. There will always be a part of him in me, and I can only hope that one day I will learn to live without him. I feel empty, and this feeling of emptiness is stronger than all the love and all the pain I have ever felt. I feel empty, without my heart and my soul. My heart and my soul still belong to Tom. Every day, I wonder how he is doing in life. Today we live in a ti

May 2013 Since last year, at least once a week, Tom had a routine of sending me an email, a weekly journal, as he liked to joke, informing me about everything that had happened in New York in the past week, and telling me what was going on in his life. Last month, he broke his rule, and he left me for thirty long days without any news from him. I was consoling myself that he didn't have time to write to me because he was really busy. The recording of his album and the everyday rehearsals for his promotional tour were taking him too much time, but I was so wrong. Last week, he broke the silence. He wrote me a brief email, and in just four sentences, he told me that next month he was going to be married. He and his fiancée are rushing with the wedding because she is pregnant. That is all he said, and since then he hasn't written. I don't understand. Why he hasn't said something earlier to prepare me for what is coming? Tom is not stupid. He knew I loved him, and he k

April 2014 The next September I'm going into something new, something unknown, and I am a little frightened. I'm frightened by how everything in my life is happening fast. In February, I sent a video to eight educational institutions in New York City, and a week later, I was informed that I had successfully passed the audition at two universities. I had a chance to choose where to continue my education, and as Tom advised me, I chose the City University of New York. He said CUNY is a better place for studying than the other college where I was accepted. And that's not all. Last month, the real estate agency sold my grandparents' house and vineyard for a much better price than I had expected. Now I don't need to worry about money until my graduation. And Tom finally has what he's been dreaming about his whole life: a contract for recording an album. From the record label, they paid him in advance, and he doesn't need to work in his parents' restaur