One rainy evening, Leo sat across from his best friend, Mateo. He didn't have the courage to call her himself—not after how things ended.
For months, the silence in Leo’s apartment had been louder than any music. He used to complain about her leaving her jewelry on the nightstand or her perfume being too strong, but now that the air was stale and the nightstand was bare, he was suffocating. Si tГє la ves - Nicky Jam (LETRA) ft. Wisin
"If you see her," Leo whispered, his voice cracking, "tell her I haven't slept. Tell her the house feels like a museum of things I didn't appreciate." One rainy evening, Leo sat across from his
"Tell her," Leo continued, "that I’ve stopped going out. Tell her I finally understand that the party was never outside; it was wherever she was. If she’s happy, don't ruin it... but if she looks like she’s waiting for a sign, tell her I’m still right here, holding onto a version of myself that only she knew how to love." He used to complain about her leaving her
Mateo nodded. He had seen her recently at a cafe. She looked different—stronger, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes when someone mentioned Leo’s name.