DESPEDIRME

Everything is ready: keys in hand, coat on shoulder, taxi in three minutes. But then there's that look. That gesture. That movement, which should definitely be illegal - it throws you off course so much. And again, nothing is clear. No goodbyes, no plans, no “between us.” Love here is like bad internet: it seems to be disconnected, but it still works. An attempt to leave turns into another round of tango - with drama, flirting, and the eternal “just a little longer.” And while the whole world advises to “let go,” here everything is decided simply: no me digas que no. Because words are unnecessary when there is so much fire between the lines.