“Baby, please, please, please, I’m so sorry.” Your boyfriend, Jordan, had softly cried in your stomach, he was on his knees, arms a wrapped around you as he apologized. You two had gotten into an argument about his busy modeling schedule, he worked so much that you two haven’t had time to hang out in about three weeks now. You two had stopped talking for about an hour before he came crawling back to you, all desperate and sorry. This man worshiped the ground you walked on. He yearned for everything you had to offer. “Nunca quise levantar la voz.” He looks up at you, “Forgive me, my love, please.”