30- Don´t cry let´s watch a movie

How do you know that?
The other day I was talking to Leslie outside the hospital…
Wow, Leslie has no right to talk about my things.
It doesn't matter what Leslie said, darling… Do you remember when you got mad at me last Saturday because I left without saying goodbye?
Yes, I remember - I admitted, looking at the road that quickly extended in a single line on the floor.
And how many times did Patrick text you goodnight? Did he always do it? Because if you were my girl, I would never take my hands off you, and nothing could be more important than making you happy.
Oh, Meb - I smiled pleased.
See? I'm talking about that smile. Your smile, your details, your way of loving. You're worth so much. Dasy, I'll just tell you that if Patrick still loved you, he would be with you. And he's not. Do you want to argue about why he's not with you?
No, I don't want to. Just leave it, please.
I won't! Understand that she is a ghost, she is insignificant in your life. You have to open your eyes, because you are missing out on wonderful moments with people who really love you.
Fondling each other in the parking lot of a hospital?
You, Dasy. Your family, your friends - he said with frustration - You are so beautiful and special! And you have so much to give. - I shrugged and lit another cigarette - Darling, I'm going to help you, okay? I've arranged a meeting with a friend of mine, an old professor from my college. She's a psychologist and therapist, she usually tries hypnosis to help overcome traumatic moments, people who have hurt you… you'll see that we'll get through this. - She whispered as she squeezed my left leg and her hand slightly burned my skin.
You want me to see a psychologist? - I questioned. My gaze faded as I saw how worried Meb was for me. She observed me in silence - I don't need a psychologist… I just need time…
You need to forget Patrick. Just go, she's really good, if you don't like it, you don't have to go again - she asked, giving me a look that seemed to comfort me. Or at least the knot in my throat. I sighed and found myself face to face with the blue of her eyes. My eyes lit up at the small sparks that seemed to shine in hers, even now that she saw me cry.
Alright - I agreed. Meb smiled and I perceived a certain arrogance on her face. She ran her finger along the edge of my chin and caressed my lips. She had convinced me in less than two traffic lights to fully embrace psychoanalysis. Me, who completely refused to open up my world and secrets to any human being. I wasn't quite sure if it would work, at least not for me. If the patient didn't tell the truth, they couldn't help him, and I couldn't say that Patrick and I came from another galaxy unless I wanted to end up forever locked in a straitjacket.
What movie do you want to watch? - Meb asked as we entered the parking lot. She calmly chose a spot to park.
Oh, well, let's go and decide there, okay? But it doesn't matter what happens in the next fifteen minutes. We'll end up watching Gravity.
Alright - she agreed, giving me one of her oceanic glances.
Meb…
Tell me, darling…
Thank you.