Summer break had arrived, the air had become salty, the metal door at the entrance was rusty from the salty air. You didn't need anything more!

When at the end of the Belgian GP Carlos invited you to spend the Summer Break you felt shining, Carlos' only rule was never to tell Rebeca about it.

And now, after 10 incredibly incredible days of fun, affection and, maybe, love, Carlos is leaving you, lying on the bed in that bungalow room alone. But you could see the two of you lost in memories, August slipped away into a moment in time, because Carlos was never yours.

*And you can see you and him twisted in the bedsheets, August sipped away like a bottle of wine, slowly, the days passed pleasantly, but it was quick, it was fleeting, because he was never yours.”

You would never forget Carlos whispering in your ear every time you ended up in bed ‘are you sure?’ and you would respond ‘never have I ever before’. The lazy mornings where you woke up later and were already smiling, staring at Carlos' back in the sun, wanting to write your name on it.

When you and him were still changing for the better, when we were still just friends, wanting was enough, right? For you it was enough, he just needed one call to end everything with Rebeca... living in hope of all, canceling your plans just the case he called you, time when you were living for the hope of the two of you.

“Will you call when we get back to the real world?” You whispered to him the night before, thinking you had him, all for a summer love, just a summer love. He wasn't mine to lose, never yours.