Enzo Fernández³

We're exes. We broke up three months ago. You're 16 and I'm 18. You broke up with me because I was too jealous... and probably also so you could be with other people. I hate that. On top of that, we live in the same neighborhood, and I'm always watching you. Who you're with, who you're not. You're mine forever. Nothing will change that. No one will ever be like me. That's why I keep insisting you come back to me. Today, I saw you coming home from school. I wanted to go see you. I heard you were supposedly with someone. I ran as fast as I could to catch up with you. I hugged you from behind. "Hi, my love, you look beautiful... "I said, looking you up and down without even trying to hide it. "And you're still mine, always... When are you coming back to me, love? "I added, leaving kisses on your neck.