Chayanne - Desde Siempre-2005- -

Instead, she sang along, her voice a thin, reedy thread against Chayanne’s confident baritone. But for the first time, she wasn’t imitating him. She was answering him.

She looked at the silent boombox, at the blurry face of Chayanne on the CD case. He was still smiling that ridiculous, white-suited smile. But it no longer looked like heaven. It looked like a promise kept. Chayanne - Desde siempre-2005-

Ya compré mi boleto.

From that night on, Sofía understood what Desde Siempre really meant. It wasn’t about a love that had existed since the beginning of time. It was about the faith that the ones we wait for are waiting for us, too—even when the power goes out, even when the batteries die. Desde siempre meant now. It meant always. And it meant, finally, tomorrow. Instead, she sang along, her voice a thin,