He is a people person. I am more of an introvert.
He likes to dance, and party, while I love to sit down and write or do my own thing.
One time, we rented a motorcycle and did a road trip around Mexico for a month. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. But we had the best time of our lives.
A few years ago, he had this motorcycle accident. He fell off right in front of me, and hit his head, and it was as if, the ground beneath my feet had turned into quicksand. Right off. I started crying. Thank God, he was fine.
Another time, I had an accident and he felt the same.
Now, we have been traveling together since the last year. Starting from Mexico, we have been to Guatemala, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia and Ecuador. We juggle balls on the road, and often do odd jobs to make money. We never went to bed hungry. Never ever.
We have this connection, we believe. Sometimes, a word or a look or a gesture is enough for us to know what the other one means. After all, we came to the world together.