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Three days pass, and I don’t hear from Andres. I know I shouldn’t because he made it clear that he doesn’t want to hear from me, but I text him multiple times a day. I write words of apology, love, and my all-consuming desire for him. He never responds, but I pray that he is at least reading my messages. It’s a cruel fate that I’m in Seville, demographically close to Andres, but I feel further away from him than ever.
I honestly can’t believe he hasn’t contacted me yet. I know he still loves me. He made that clear with that kiss. I guess I feel that he would have come around by now. I was hoping that he would internalize everything I said to him, and he would return to me, but he hasn’t, and I’m starting to fear that he won’t.
I have spent the past few days with Nadia, trying to pla
