El baile de la libélula

"If I have learned anything over time, it is that it is easier to deceive yourself than to solve problems. Which has also led me to learn that doing precisely that becomes THE big problem. I suppose this story is about that, about how I found myself Realized that she was a total asshole." Yes, because cancer took my mother; jail, my father, a gem in every way, whom I hope never to see again in my life; and hate, revenge and a wrong love relationship led me to the worst of abysses: not knowing who she was, what she wanted or what and who to love. My name is Elinor, a strange name, I know, she is from one of the protagonists of Sense and Sensibility and... I won't explain more, because in this story, even the names have hers. Well, I want to tell you what happened to me when I was seventeen, when, after the death of my mother, I had to go and live, until I came of age, with my aunt Mónica and Cristina, her wife; when Javi, my boyfriend, or whatever that was, he did to me what he did to me; when the most handsome and kindest boy I had ever met in my life gave me back the desire to draw, the desire to dance and, above all, he taught me to love like the dragonfly that I am: with a relaxed and calm body and my brain at a thousand revolutions per minute. This is my life, my dance. Dance with Me?