Elena Armas

ecause his words were, without a doubt in my mind, the most beautiful thing I would ever hear said about me. To me. And for me.

“Everything that had happened hurt me, left a scar, but it didn’t break me.”

“Let me treat you, okay? I want to.”

somehow, for the first time in history, neither of us seemed to care. We simply continued looking at each other as we stood there. Gazes locked. Both of us fighting what I knew were petty smiles. Hiding our amusement like a pair of stubborn idiots, waiting for the other to break and grin first.

You always have my undivided attention, Catalina.”

“You are not on your own anymore. It’s you and me now. We are in this together, and we’ve got this.”

And somehow, for a reason I knew I would never be able to explain, I believed him. I didn’t question or fight him.

What they had was the real stuff. Honest, devoted, palpable love. The one that transcended distance, differences, and obstacles. The kind that was meant to be written about in books.

“When my sister starts dating someone, I expect a full report. Vivid descriptions, photos, videos, oil paintings—I don’t care. Even those dick pics I mentioned, which you never sent.”

There must be something special about him. You wouldn’t bring someone you were casually seeing or dating. Not even if they looked like him. You don’t trust people easily anymore.”