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Intro. We were never anything. That's the first thing you have to say to not lie. We met when the day was no longer enough for us. In places that didn't ask for explanations. Sometimes outside, sometimes in my house. Always in my house. She never invited me to hers. I never asked for it. There were no agreements, but there were customs. There were no promises, but there were returns. She appeared when something inside was messed up. I opened the door as if I had been waiting for the knock for years, although I never knew when it would arrive. We were not a story. We were an interval.

I never expect...

@Camila