You would never know that if you wanted Carlos you should have shown it. Roaring twenties, coughing pennies in wishing wells, you were something special weren't you?

And if your wishes had come true, it would have been Carlos.

If he had been the one, everything would be better and you wouldn't be in tears now seeing him walk by you at a bar in Madrid.

You persist and resist the temptation to ask him if anything would have been different, would everything be different today?

Carlos had melancholic and vacant eyes, you met when you were 12 and he was 15, your parents were friends, you were something, you became something after Carlos kissed you hiding behind the school, four years of being something, a couple, an affair, something like that. But you never wanted to show your deep feelings for Carlos so much, after all he was always a bit cold.

Now sitting with tears in your eyes you watched him like a stalker, you arrived at that bar after ending your affair with some guy. You didn't expect to see Carlos there, he was the one, it was him and you wasted your chance.