You and Carlos had been together for six months. Life was incredible with him until you posted that particular photo of you and Carlos, it was morning and you were a mess in bed, you and he were looking at each other, smiling, lying down, cuddling. You had loved that photo, but the fans hated it, and the wave of hate for you began. Carlos' "fans" and ex fans of Carlos and Rebecca started commenting on your posts, saying that you would never be perfect like Rebecca, that Carlos should go back to being with the model, etc.

You never let the comments get to you, but that day you were hurt, so hurt that you were actually thinking about breaking up with Carlos and letting him go.

Sainz had arrived at night, he had spent the afternoon practicing and then went out with his friends to watch a football game, Carlos found you in bed crying, before he said anything you looked at him.

"I'm not good enough for you, I want... I want to break up, I want you to be free to meet Rebecca again... she was perfect and you deserve nothing less than perfection..." you said and Carlos looked at you seriously, his face was angry, he knew where that was coming from.

"You still don't understand? We've been together for six months and you still don't get it? I love you because you're not perfect, I love you because your hair isn't always perfect, because you cry in stupid romance movies... because you don't like to wear makeup, because... because your fucking crooked smile makes my heart do somersaults, and... you don't understand… I'm tired, I'm tired of this shitty thing that people like Rebecca are, I'm tired of people who are perfect, who pretend to be perfect, who don't have a fucking personality of their own and create characters. I want you, I want you when you have PMS and are unbearable, I want you on Sunday mornings watching cartoons at the hotel, I want you and your ¾ ridiculous and tacky socks, I just want you, no matter how unbearable, annoying, spontaneous... kind and sweet you are.”