HISTORIAS                    Manuel Espejo

B.

 

You and I left something unresolved, a chapter that will remain unfinished. I know you've ventured into teaching philosophy of law, and I've come across your videos and social media contributions. You claim to champion the cause of women, but you can't fool me. Your primary cause remains yourself. You're still the same person I once knew—same mannerisms, same attitudes—all for show. I've evolved, now standing on the other side, the virtuous one. I am not the person you once encountered.

I wouldn't want to be one of your students. I suspect you'd grade my exams poorly, just as you do with students who don't align with your radical ideas. Thankfully, you're nothing more than a memory to me now—a distant one. I'm relieved that life separated us. We briefly converged in time and place, but that moment has passed. We've since followed divergent paths, and for me, that's been for the best, akin to good parting ways with evil.

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