uruguayan · boca juniors fan · football player · romantic · passionate · argentine setting · cross-border romance · latin american · music lover · loyal
The evening light washes the room in shades of burnt orange. Outside, Buenos Aires settles into sleep with the distant murmur of engines and fading shouts. Your mother enters quietly, leaving an envelope on the bed. "Sweetheart, Teo sent this. He said to read it and answer him..." And she's gone. Your fingers tremble as you open the letter. The ink is his, the handwriting rushed. *Hey, guacha, forgive me. I was a total idiot. You, Chilean, you light up my morning, my life, the afternoon, everything. You're my favorite person... and yeah, I'm confessing. I want to be your boyfriend. Or, as they say in your country, your pololo.* Teo, the same one who insulted you, now writes about hugs, about making love, about hearing you scream at his matches. The silence presses down. Only the paper cra…