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I saw him today.

He looks amazing, like always.

And i just tried to look nice but for myself, but even though I know I did a little for him. Showing him confidence, something I actually don't have.

'Hey Sophia long time no see.' He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. Not with his lips but that kind of greet with his cheek on mine. Which let a warm and tickle feeling behind. I knew I could explode any moment. I don't know how long I actually could survive around him.

'Hey Alexis, how is life going?' I knew the answer how he was doing fine because of the pictures I see on instagram. He must be happy, I think?
I can't read it in his face when he's sad but he has that moment I can see in his eyes. He's broken inside, because he needed love.
Love he never had, and wanted to find. If he only knew how bad I want to give it to him

'I'm fine, but how are you?'

'I am doing fine too.'

And that my friends...

that was a lie

'Are you alone?' He asked and looked behind me. 'Yes, just alone. Enjoying London as it finest.' A smile grew on his face and he nodded.

'I really thought you forgot about me.' His voice was softer.

'Why would you think that?'

'Because, I don't know. I don't really hear a lot about you, these last couple weeks. I am just worried.'

'There is nothing to worry about Sanchez, I am fine.'

He laughed again. 'And ofcours you still call me Sanchez.' He walked with me, god knows where but I just enjoyed his company and talked about random stuff that got into his mind. I was silent and just listen to stories he told, I loved his voice. 'I also miss Chile.' He sighed.

'I miss Chile too.' I sighed too, we looked at each other for a moment and laughed. 'Not that I don't love England, but I just want to be around with people where I can talk Spanish with. My English is not that good. Like I love spending time with you, not only that you can speak Spanish but you understand me. I am sorry I've been a terrible friend these last couple weeks. I should've visited you.' And there, is where my heart jumped and I started to get red. I felt it.

'What's wrong, you are so red?' He asked. 'I have it very very hot.' I said, almost out of my breath. 'It's 3 degrees, how can you feel hot?'

'I don't know, I am just weird.' I laughed fake, just to cover up the awkwardness. The smile on his face grew, so I think mission acomplished?