The internet went crazy when you and Carlos broke up. The news spread like wildfire, and every headline and comment speculated about it.

Some said it was the pressure of his career and others said it was because of his fans.

But no one knew the truth.

You didn't hate each other.

On the contrary.

You just needed time.

Space to figure things out and see if you were really better apart than together.

And somehow, you found each other again.

It wasn't a big, dramatic moment.

There was no big speech and no sudden scene in the rain like in a cliché movie.

It was simpler.

A simple message from him was enough. Just a :

"Hey. Can we maybe meet up and talk about everything?"

That short message was followed by hours of conversation that felt like you'd never stopped.

Then came the late-night calls, the inside jokes that still felt like home and the way his eyes looked into yours.

You met again in Monaco. A quiet dinner, away from prying eyes.

No pressure, no expectations.

Just the two of you.

And that's when you knew.

You're not perfect and you're not trying to be.

But what you have?

It's real.

And somehow, it's still worth fighting for.

Without thinking twice, you took the picture and posted it to your Instagram story.

It's Carlos and one of his friends from behind, arms around each other, completely lost in their own world.

No caption.

No explanation.

Just the picture.

Within a few minutes, your phone starts buzzing.

“Wait, is that Carlos?” "Omg. I'm freaking out!" “Are you guys back together?!” “Omg! Please tell me your two are back together!“

You grin at the chaos you just caused.

"I know this smirk. And I know that you did something. So what is it?" Your best friend next to you asks, grinning.