Puedes Contar Conmigo

Sometimes love leaves quietly - without drama, without slamming doors. It just gets quieter. Like coffee that someone accidentally spilled salt into: everything seems the same, but the taste is no longer the same. And only moments remain - winter in Madrid, frozen fingers, laughter until morning, and someone waiting at the door, as if from another time.

There are memories that never grow old - they live inside, like an old movie where every frame is familiar to the point of giving you goosebumps. And even though life goes on, somewhere that same theme still plays - about youth, naivety, and love that once could have truly killed you.