It will be our secret.

A. I want to tell you a secret, a big secret. Promise you will keep it?
B. Yes. Almost everything between us is a secret.
A. True... I feel there is something burning my feet. I´m not sure what it is.
B. Might be the floor. The sun warms it.
A. No, it is coming up. It hurts a lot.
B. It may be you are sick. You have been doing too much Art and Philosophy.
A. The IB obligated me. I didn´t want. Anyways I´m sure it is something else.
B. Love?
A. No, it cannot be love. Love does not hurt, I guess... Love made me feel happy.
B. But there are different kinds of love. Right?
A. Angelika says that when you love someone you just know you do. This cannot be love then because it confuses me. It really hurts now, there is something inside my stomach.
B. Your hair smells like cherries.
A. Toda tú hueles a cerezas.
Silence
B. What is it then?
A. Too much of your company. Perhaps getting too close is not good.
B. We have been friends for two years, we live together, we sleep together, we do everything next to each other. It is natural.
A. No, it is not. Not in this way, I mean, no.
B. Why not facing it? She caught us the other day. There is nothing wrong with it. Right?
Silence
A. Tus manos de verdad huelen a cerezas. Toda tú hueles a fresas y cerezas. I will tell you there is nothing wrong with it. I´m not sure. Is it right?
B. If it is natural then it is.

Then my two best friends came to tell me that they have loved each other for the last three months. Big silence. I am happy. It liberates them. It was natural. It is beautiful. It must hurt but that is the beauty of it. Three months...
"Be with us Atenea" was the only thing they said. I will pretend I understand how it feels to be the subject of conversation. No sé. Les diré que no es una o la otra, sino que ambas huelen a fresas y cerezas.