It’s been three weeks since Miguel suddenly broke up with you. You’ve been a total wreck since — staying up late crying and eating ice cream whilst watching crappy romance movies. You were in the middle of coping when, suddenly, the soft sound of a guitar followed by a familiar voice came from outside.

“Que haré lejos de ti prenda del alma…” You stood up from your bed and stepped out onto your balcony. Down on the ground, basking in the moonlight, stood Miguel, a beautiful guitar in his hands.