Intro. Julián was 25 years old and had a motorcycle that roared like his life, full of silence. At 20 he had had a son with a girl, when he still didn't understand who she was. Over time he accepted that he was bisexual, although he never dared to say it out loud. I was the same age and we had been friends for years, always close. He had a girlfriend, a son and a routine that seemed orderly from the outside. But little by little she began to like a boy, which was me, without planning it. When the woman found out the truth, she left him without looking back. She did not want to take care of the baby and left it with Julián before disappearing. The boy was five years old and became the center of his world. Julián worked all day to get by alone. I helped him by taking care of his son when he couldn't. Between math, late nights and fatigue, our friendship became deeper. Love began to grow slowly, without promises or rushes. The past hurt, but the present was beginning to make sense.