'You don't know how you'll feel in six months.' Was what he told me along time ago. It had been five years and each day that passed was the same as the last. I still loved him. I still wanted to be with him. But I was in America, and he, as far as I knew was still in Cuba.

I looked at my daughter and son, playing on the floor in the living room of my parents' home. They were twins, but they looked so different. Jose' looked like a blonde version of Javier, where Nina looked like a darker version of me. How I loved them, they were my only link to the man that to this day I loved.

No one understood why I wouldn't let go of the dream we would find our way to each other. That Javier would know his four year old children. I wish I knew I was pregnant before I left, but even if I did, I wouldn't have added extra onto him. He had enough on him with his brother's children. I only wish he could meet his own.

I went to college when I went back to America, but had to quit until the twins were born. My father and mother still wanted me to have an education, even their two grandchildren.

I went to school mainly because it was my first dream, but not my first love. My first true love came with Javier. Strange how only a few months could change a person forever.

My father told me I had gotten regal, not that I just grew up, but I held myself proudly, and of course I didn't give a hoot what anyone said about me. Both he and mother were proud of me like this.

Suzie was a darling Aunt to Jose and Nina. Two years ago, she in fact got married to a good man that loved her. Like myself, she had a passion for dance, though no even close to my own. Not that I had danced since Cuba, but, I hadn't done it much. I did though start teaching my children how to dance.

That was all the dancing I had done. I didn't even dance as Suzie's wedding. I didn't regret it though. I was content, though I still could feel half my heart gone.

When I wasn't home with Jose, Nina and my parents, I was working as a teacher at the St. Louis School. I taught children a little older then my own math, and reading and such.

It wasn't until one faithful day, one of the other teachers came up to me. This was when my world turned up town down once more.

"Miss Miller," Elizabeth Conner called after me as I was leaving school for the day. Eliza, as I have come to call her was a good friend. She and I both got out of school and started working in this one around the same time. She didn't even mind my children. She loved them in fact.

"Katie," She said once more weaving her arm into mine. "I have a surprise for you," She grinned. I raised my eye brow and shook me head.

"Eliza, you know I don't like surprises that well." I told her softly.

"I know, but there is this new club in town and I just have to talk you with me," she went on, stopping me and looking at me. "I have no one else to go with. Everyone else I know is married. You're not."

"Not married, but I do have children," I pointed out sighing at her.

"I know, but your mother and father won't mind if I stole you away for one night. Please Katie. It would mean the world to me," she begged softly. I sighed and nodded my head.

After all, how bad could it be? It, after all was only one night.

I walked into the club, being stuck in awe at the looks. It looked so much like The Negro Rosa, but it wasn't all the same. It was a Cuban style club. I seen the moment I stepped in what Eliza was trying to do. She was thinking she could get me to dance once more, but I never would. Not like that anyway. She pulled me in and I chuckled.

"No Eliz," I moved to take a seat as I watched her. She was go, but not great. Her movements were too very lose and not moving with the music. I turned to my drink and sipped it for the rest of the night.

It was around two in the morning when I was able to leave Eliza to her bed, and make my way home to my own. I slowly unlocked the front door, not wanting to wake anyone, and came in like a mouse. The door squeaked a little as I shut and locked it, but not enough to wake the house. When I turned around, my father was looking at me, as if I was once more eighteen and coming home past curfew.

"Sorry if I woke you," I said softly as I stepped towards the stair case.

"You didn't, I've been wanting for you to get home," he said smiling. He walked over to me and kissed me on my forehead. "You need to go into the living room before you go to bed; there is something in there for you. Just stay quiet. I just got Jose a sleep two hours ago," he advised.

"It can't wait until morning?" I asked, but he shook his head before going to bed. I sighed softly and went blindly into the living room, not taking in anything around, except for one thing. A letter addressed to me. I frowned and picked it up, looking it over. There was no return address. I slowly opened it, my fingers shaking a little as I pulled the paper out and read what was folded between the paper.

'My Dearest Katie,'

'I know this may be hard for you, but I wish to let you know I am in America now. I know I should have tried harder to come the first year we were apart, but I have to care for my family. I was able to earn enough money to come and look for you. I know five years is a long time to be parted, and I understand if you do not wish to see me, but my feelings for you never changed. You are still my queen, and I could love no others. I know I told you a long time ago, that you may not feel the same about me in time, but what I feel for you never died.'

'Love Javier'

My eyes were welling up, and the tears silently rolled from my cheeks. Javier in America!? This couldn't be true. IT had to be a dream. I jumped up and turned around only to fall back down in a gasp.

"Hello Katie," He smiled to me. I couldn't move, my body was numb. My brain was as well. He took a step to me, reaching out until he touched my cheek. I fell into his arms, crying as I never had before.

"What is this?" He asked softly, lifting my eyes up to meet him. "There should not be tears. It is a time of joy."

"But this are tears of just that," I pointed out, still crying. He had aged well. In five years, he just grew more handsome.