-Well... -Well, nice to meet you.
Text us when you get home.
I'll try to remember it.
-Remember, otherwise we'll worry. -OK.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
Bye...
-Drive safe! -Always!
-Ciao. -Ciao.
START OVER
It's been three months already, no?
Yes.
You could have called me.
If it hurts me, I don't want to imagine how you are felling.
Badly.
The worst months of my life.
I'm sorry I didn't count on you, but...
my world came tumbling down on me.
I go out thanks to her.
But what we had wasn't just a few flings.
I don't want to blame you for anything, truly, you have enough already.
But it hurts me that you didn't let me be there for you.
I couldn't.
I can't.
-And your solution was to disappear. -Damn!
I'm sorry I blocked you.
-You don't deserve this. -Neither do you.
But you had people around to talk to, I've lived through this alone.
You asked me for discretion and that what you got.
My mother sees me sad and I can't tell her anything about what happened.
How do you explain to a 70-year-old lady that you are half widowed?
I'm sorry.
For my part, we can start over if you want.
JOSÉ IGNACIO MARTÍN DE LA CRUZ R.I.P.