qué fastidio que seas mi ex

It's a familiar feeling - it seems like it's all over, but your phone still remembers the route to her house. And that silly thought keeps spinning around in your head: what if you get lucky, and everything goes back to the way it was? Between deleting her contact and writing that I miss her, my whole life passes by - with jealousy, self-irony, and Uber, which arrives too quickly. A dance of memories, where the rhythm is set by unanswered messages, and passion lives underground, hidden from everyone except the two of them. And you seem to know that being an ex is not a profession, but for some reason you still work in your specialty.