The summer after high school, when you first met Carlos, you remember exactly everything, every detail, you were in your sparkly prom dress, at the Diaz lake house, Carlos was just passing through town, 19 years old and he was already famous among women, but his eyes were only in you, always just in you. Making out in Carlos's white Mustang while Radiohead played, it was like that all summer, you and Carlos driving around, stealing drinks from his parents and drinking on the roof, planning a future. On your 18th birthday you got matching tattoos, Carlos got a heart behind his ear with the initial of your name, and you did the same on your wrist with the initial of his name.

You had never planned that one day you would be losing him, but you didn't control destiny, nor did he, your parents sent you to a distant college and Carlos had to move to try to follow his life in motorsport, the plans you made were just plans, you couldn't have asked him to stay.

In another life, you would be his girl, you would keep all your promises, it would be you against the world and he wouldn't be the one that got away.

Sometimes, when you miss him, you listen to those songs, the old jazz, the blues, those songs that were just the two of you. Some of your friends said he removed his tattoo, they said you should remove yours too, but you couldn't, even if you weren't his muse anymore, you still had that nostalgia when you saw that drawing on your skin.

Seeing Carlos enter the same restaurant accompanied by another woman hurt you, but you knew that that spark between the two of you was no longer there. In front of you was your boyfriend, Santiago, he was telling you about the new business he got, you loved him, but your eyes couldn't resist looking at Carlos.