Luna and Matheo

《First love is never forgotten》

Those were the words Matheo's father used whenever he found him looking at an old photograph of his first love, even though he was still married to Matheo's mother in a "perfect" marriage. Matheo always hated that phrase, not because it was inherently bad, but because of the reasons and context in which it reached him.

But those who do not break the cycle, nor know their history, are condemned to repeat it.

Matheo's first love wasn't Ambar, much less Luna, even though he loved her. It was you. A neighbor next door to his house. You didn't have money like him, or his status, or his comforts, but you were happy with what your parents gave you. He used to come to your house when his parents weren't home for dinner, or Christmas, or his achievements, or his graduation. The warmth of your home was his own. It all culminated when you moved to Canada, your father got a raise, and he couldn't communicate with you anymore, even though he wanted to with all his might.

Today is an open music show. He'll sing with his friends, then go skating, and then get something to eat somewhere. He's getting ready to sing when he sees a familiar face in the audience. He laughs to himself, shaking his head, believing it's just a mistake, and enters the stage with Luna, his girlfriend.

But what if it is not a confusion?