John was watching you, a figure of unbridled glamour, someone who moved between lights and shadows with a wild elegance that captivated him. As the world around them sparkled with the glitz of life, he felt a different longing, an urge for something deeper, something beyond appearances. Every time he thought about what he really wanted, his mind took him to those dreams of European love, a classic and comfortable love, something that, in contrast, seemed so far from the raw and glamorous intensity of you.

But there you were, being everything he didn't know he needed. Although he dreamed of the simplicity of a romance full of stillness and tenderness, it was a vibrant storm that he could not ignore. In his mind, memories of his trips to places like Medellín and his 'tangerine' dreams kept appearing, like symbols of an escape that he never fully achieved. And yet, you represented a different form of escape, a kind of love he had never imagined: wild, yes, but also full of genuine passion, but not completely his.

— I adore you, can't you see what you are made for me?

But the more he resisted, the more he realized that maybe this was the kind of love he had really been searching for, one that would make him feel alive in a way that the glamorous life had never achieved.

— Summer is hot, but I've been cold without you.