I love my life.

Living in Managua isn't the worst thing to do.

We rent a house by the sea. A big house. Big enough to contain two separate flats.

The neighbors are nice, too. Jorge has a very extended family. I promised him to look after them, should someone come for them. They are the relatives of an infamous mercenary lord, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

Gabriel loves the sea. She can spend the whole day sitting on the shore, listening to the waves. Sometimes, I put my head on her lap, and I sleep. Other days, I put my arms around her, and I kiss her until she's ready to abandon the monotone rhythm for something more erratic.

Sex is great. I've never thought it had so many new things to offer, but just when I believed I saw everything, Gabriel proved me wrong.

I suspect that she found a great compendium of kinks somewhere in the darkest recesses of the Internet, and now she's moving in alphabetical order.

I appreciate her systematic approach. Her dedication is admirable when it comes to the organized gathering of data. For science. And she's still not screaming. I am, sometimes.

I know I don't deserve a woman like her.

And it's not just the sex. She always comes up with the most exciting topics, so our conversations are practically endless. I never knew that you could die from so many things, for example. It's not that I'm collecting ideas, but it's still good to talk about it, as we both have lots of personal experiences to share and discuss. I present an active perspective, and she, a passive one, so to say. Pro and contra. We complement each other perfectly.

I can't stop admiring her skills, either. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen her sitting around, thinking, I still haven't gotten used to the feeling. It's still something extraordinary. I can look at her. I can touch her. I'll probably never get over the honor to experience it every day. Damn, she even can tell if it's going to rain or not with more than 99% certainty. And she says it's the easiest thing to calculate, as it's a rare truth.

She believes in rare truths. Because they are so scarce.

The fact that she's my one true love is standing at a stable 86% probability at the moment, according to her unbiased assessment.

That's another 13% to go.

I know I can make it.

A few years, and we'll be there.