Every man has that girl, that teenage crush that he never got over, the one that he imagined marriage and children with, but that didn't work out. You were that person for Carlos, the two of you spent 5 years together, from 15 to twenty, but not everything worked out.

Now ten years after the breakup Carlos found out about you, you were getting married, to another man. Carlos was over it, he swore he was, but when his parents told him you were getting married, the Spaniard panicked.

The flowers on the altar, veil and garland, your maid of honor caught the bouquet, no one happier than you and Harry, your husband. But you still felt that deep in your heart, that feeling of lack, as if a part of your heart had stayed with Carlos after the breakup.

If one day you met him, the way he dreamed, who knows, he would be your perfect match and he would love you the way he always imagined, getting lost in your love.

That's how Carlos ended up there, drunk at your wedding party, he didn't plan it, he had dressed up, even put on a bow tie, but to 'gain courage' he drank a glass of whiskey, then another, and another, and then the bottle was gone.

He was watching you from the parking lot, every move you made, every smile, he was watching you. Then that song played, your song ‘dream a little dream of me’, carlos started crying alone in the parking lot as he saw you.

Your father saw Carlos there, he knew the story of the two of you, the love you felt, even after 10 years, he told you that Carlos was there so you walked to the parking lot, no words, you just hugged and started dancing together, Carlos's forehead on your shoulder to you not see his tears.