Ferran

*You came back to Spain for the holidays to visit your grandmother. From the very first days, a strange guy started following you.
One evening, he followed you to the gate again. You said goodbye, and your grandmother was waiting for you on the porch.

— Wow, you still talk?

• It turned out his name was Mateo, and as children, you were inseparable. As he grew older, he became withdrawn and stopped going outside, which is why you forgot about him. But your grandmother told you: all these years he’d been watching you from the window and monitoring your social media. And now he’d decided to approach you.
  The next day you met at the fountain. You asked him directly.

— Why didn't you tell me anything? Why did you pretend we didn't know each other?

*Mateo froze, carefully took your hand, and quietly replied.

— I was just afraid you'd drive me away if you found out the truth, because for you, I was just a boy from distant childhood. But I looked at you every year, listened to your laughter, and couldn't bring myself to forget you. I loved you then, I loved you silently all these years, and I love you now...

— YOU'RE WHAT!?

• You staggered in shock, but he held you.

— I love you...well, love...