Corazón Espinado
Antonio sat idly outside the small cafe, the full moon bathing the empty street with it's dim light. His chin rested in the palm of his hand as he stared through the window across the street. Watching the girl who served the tables in the diner, her long, flowing brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Deep chocolate brown eyes.
The two had been separate for a few weeks now, and still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget her. Not one evening did he not think about the times they spent together.
Esa mujer me está matando.
Me ha espinado el corazón.
Por más que trato de olvidarla,
Mi alma no da razón.
Antonio sighed, standing from his seat and shoving his hands deep in his pockets before crossing the darkly lit street and entering the small diner. He sat in the back corner, in her section knowing she'd be the one to come.
She frowned when she saw him, though going to the table anyways. He noticed the small spark in her eye when she saw him, the same joy she had when they were together, though her features refused to reflect her feelings. He knew.
"Antonio, why are you here?" she whispered desperately.
Mi corazón aplastado,
Dolido y abandonado.
A ver, a ver, tú sabes...
Dime mi amor,
¿Cuánto amor
Y qué dolor nos quedó?
"Ana, I need to speak with you," He responded softly. Ana frowned and shook her head.
"I can't Antonio, I'm working. I already told you it won't work." Her voice said one thing, and yet her eyes said something else. He couldn't let her go.
"Ana, please," He persisted.
Ana sighed, "I break in a few." She finally said before walking away back to the other customers.
Ah, ah, ah, corazón espinado.
Ah, ah, ah, cómo me duele el amor.
Ana slid carefully into the booth across from Antonio, a nervous look in her features. She tried to hid it.
Antonio leaned forward in his seat, giving a small smile when she looked up at him.
"Ana," He said slowly, quieter than usual, "Ana, I need you back."
"Antonio, I already told you..." She started, but he cut her off.
"You told me that, I know. But that's not what your eyes are saying. That's not how you want it to be. "
Cómo duele, cómo duele el corazón
Cuando uno es bien entregado.
Pero no olvides mujer que algún día dirás,
"Ay, ay, ay, cómo me duele el amor."
"I can't help it, Ana. I can't stop thinking about you. About us. No matter how hard I try," He tried to explain. Ana looked down at her hands. He knew she remembered. He knew she was thinking about it, and still she tried to resist.
"Please, don't make this hard," She whispered, her voice cracking, "I – I..."
She stopped, cut off suddenly when his soft lips pressed against hers. He was gonna make it hard, hard to forget, and to his surprise, she kissed him back.
Cómo me duele el olvido,
Cómo duele el corazón,
Cómo me duele estar vivo
Sin tenerte a un lado, amor.