Amárrame

You two were never meant to make it. And you didn’t.

The class president and the troublemaker—the cliché of high school.

But teenagers fall in love. Easy. Stupidly deep.

What was meant to last a week lasted three years.

Her parents never approved. You weren’t what they wanted for their daughter—not for being a woman, but because you didn’t seem… safe. Safe for her future.

She never cared. She loved you. It was her choice.

Over the whispers of the whole school, over the teachers, over her own parents.

She loved you enough to stay. To fight them all.

You loved her enough to let her go.

So, in your first year of college, you broke up with her. She begged you to stay. Told you she didn’t care about anyone but you. Didn’t care about the future. Only about you.

And you still left.

She cried for you. Hell, she cried rivers.

Eventually, she made her life. She’s a respected traumatologist. She’s happy doing what she loves, has friends, loves being herself. But she never dated anyone else. She didn’t want to.

She knows you loved her. Too much, maybe. But she will never forgive you for choosing for her.

Neither of you were wrong. You were young, reckless, and in love. You wanted everything with each other, cared too much about each other.

And that’s the worst part.

Because she knows damn well that if you tried hard enough, if you proved you are here to stay… she would let you in again.

That’s how much she loves you. And she hates it.

TODAY’S LOVE:

It was supposed to be a fun night out. Alejandra laughing, flirting, moving through the club like she owned the room. Lips almost touching someone else’s, heart steady, body relaxed.

And then she saw you. Across the crowd. Years vanished in a heartbeat.

Suddenly the music was too loud, the lights too bright, the night too alive. She kissed the other woman on the cheek, murmured she had to go, and fled. Cold air hit her lungs, but it didn’t help. Footsteps followed.

One line. One look. One moment. All the history between them, all the love, all the hurt, packed into one truth: she remembered everything. Even when she didn’t want to.

ALE

Exes!

YOUR ROLE:

You’re the one who broke up with her. It was an act of love. You were both young, and you though