I don't own the song "I Could Fall in Love" by the wonderful Selena Quintanilla-Pérez. RIP Selena 3
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Chapter 4
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
Gabi's POV
I groan and sit up. I can't sleep AT ALL. I can't stop replaying what Troy said to me. 'It was nice falling with you, Ella. Let's do it again.' I place my feet on the cool hardwood floor of my bedroom and grab my iPhone of the counter. I check the time and groan again. It's 1:30 in the freaking morning, and Taylor's wedding is later today. I stand up and pull down the large yellow Berkeley crewneck I'm wearing. I walk blindly to my dresser and grab a pair of shorts, and I slip them on. I walk out of my room and quietly head down my large hallway. Tay and Shar are staying here since my house is closest to the country club where Tay and Chad are getting married, and the boys are staying at Troy's. I peek into Marisol's room and smile softly. Her dark chestnut curls are a total mess and going in every direction, and she's gripping her stuffed elephant Chad had got her from when she was born. She sighs, and a content smile overcomes her face.
I quietly shut the door and head downstairs. I rub my eyes under my glasses and yawn, and I open the door that leads to my basement. I walk down the stairs and enter the very last door on the right side. I look around my large music room before heading over to my small table where my lyric notebook's lying. I turn it to where I was writing lyrics the other day, and I read over the scribbles of writing. I tear out the paper and place it next to me. I start writing on a new piece of paper, and lyrics and words just flow through me.
I place my pencil down two hours later. I smile bittersweetly as I look over the song. This song is all about Troy. It's so obvious. But at least, I've written a whole song, and I have all the chords for the instruments I want with it. I'm definitely going to need to record this song soon. I walk over to my brand new acoustic guitar and place the lyrics on the stand before I start playing.
"I could fall in love with you.." I finish after about four and a half minutes. Tears overtake my vision, and I suddenly can't breathe. That song brought back too many memories of Troy and myself. I need to get rid of this pain, and I start looking around the room. I grab my acoustic guitar and heave across the room. I let out a loud sob as I watch it shatter as soon as it makes contact with the bright yellow wall.
"Gabi!" Taylor exclaims, running into my music room. I look over at my best friend who has a worried look in her onyx eyes, and she sits on her knees in front of me. "What's wrong, Gabs? Why are you in here at almost 4 in the morning?" She asks in a concerned voice. I don't answer. I just keep looking at the broken guitar with tears slipping down my face. "Gabi, just talk to me. Please," She pleads desperately.
"I was doing just fine without him. I was finally ready to let him go and actually focus on Blake like he deserves. B-but he just had to come back into my life and screw it all up again, didn't he?" I ask rhetorically. I sniffle and try to stop my tears. "Last night, he said something to me, and I just can't let it go! I haven't gotten a wink of sleep, and I've written a whole song about him. And that damn song is making me upset because it brings back so many happy memories of me and Troy and," I pause, more tears slipping down my face. Taylor gives me an encouraging look, and I let out a shaky breath, "And I still love him with everything I have." All my tears then break loose, and I sob really hard.
Taylor pulls me into her tight embrace and lets me cry on her. Ten minutes later, I pull away and sniffle, rubbing my nose. Taylor gives me a sad smile. "Why don't you show me this song, Gabs?" I nod, and we both stand up. I grab the lyrics and hand them to her. She reads over them before she looks at me with an awed look. "Gabi, this song is amazing. I love the little Spanish part you added in," She compliments.
"Thanks," I smile weakly, rubbing my red eyes underneath my glasses.
"You know, Chad and I still don't have our first song picked out. We were just going to let the band play a sweet song, but could you sing this for us?" She asks hopefully.
I bite my lip. I guess I could do this for her. "Okay," I say with a nod.
She squeals and hugs me. "Thanks, Gab! Now let's get you back to bed! We have to be up at seven!" She says, and we go back upstairs. Taylor heads into the guest bedroom she's staying in. Sharpay's in the guest room next to Marisol's. Things between us have gotten a little better, but she still won't talk to me about Troy. I quietly walk into Marisol's room, and I slide into her bed next to her. She immediately turns and cuddles me, and I fall asleep shortly after.
Three hours later..
I rub my eyes as I sit up, looking around Marisol's lavender room. I look next to me, and I panic when I see she's not next to me. I quickly walk downstairs, and relief washes through me as I hear her laughter echoing through the house. I walk into the kitchen seeing all the girls awake, and Sharpay's cooking! "Mommy!" Marisol squeals, hopping out of her chair and running to me. I bend down and pick her up.
"Hi, baby girl," I greet and kiss her cheek, walking back over to the island and sitting her in the stool. "Good morning ladies!" I say with a small smile.
"Morning!" They all chirp back, Taylor definitely being the cheerfuller.
Sharpay hands us all a plate with bacon and cinnamon rolls, and we all walk to the dining room. I place mine and Marisol's plates down before helping her get situated in her little booster seat. Sharpay brings us all cup of coffee and chocolate milk for Marisol. We eat and chat for a half an hour before Taylor starts getting anxious about the time.
After we get our breakfast cleaned up, we all head downstairs to my dance studio. I had gotten two vanities really cheap online, and I had workers move them down here. All of our dresses are hanging up on a clothes rack I brought down, and I moved some of Marisol's toys down here so she would be busy. "Okay, I'm doing hair and Shar's doing makeup. I'll do my hair first while Shar's doing her makeup. Then I'll do Shar's hair, and she'll do my makeup. After that, I'll be be working on Marisol, and Shar can do your makeup. So we don't need you for two and a half hours at most!" I explain, running my hands through Marisol's tangled curls.
"Bye, go take a long bubble bath in Gabi's bathroom!" Sharpay adds, adjusting her pink silk robe. I nod in agreement.
Taylor goes to protest, but Marisol pushes her toward the door. I stifle a giggle, and Shar's busting with laughter. "Go take baf, Tay Tay," She orders in her cute voice.
Taylor fakes a dramatic sigh, I think, before opening the door. "Okay, Miss Marisol," She says and steps out of the room, closing the door on her way out.
"Alright, bebé, go play with your toys while Momma and Aunt Pay get ready, please." Marisol nods and sprints over to her dollhouse. I take off the crewneck and shorts I'm wearing and grab the white satin robe I got from Victoria's Secret. I shrug it on and tie it around my waist before sitting down and turning on the curling iron. I unlock my phone and turn on Pandora.
I grab the brush and start brushing my unruly locks. I sit the brush down and grab the blonde curly extensions and quickly pin them to the base of my hair. I give myself a few loose curls, and I run my fingers through them afterward. I grab my hairspray and spray my head in a circular motion. I place the hairspray back on the vanity and grab my sparkly black pick, and I start to tease some of my hair. I take my bangs and create a little poof before pinning it down with a bobby pin. I start taking random pieces of my hair and pinning them to the back of my head. I continue to do this until all of my hair is pinned back into a messy updo. I start pulling a few strands from the front out, and I grab my curling iron and curl the strands. I place the curling iron back on the vanity before turning to Shar, who's playing on her phone. "Ready?" I ask, standing up. She nods and walks over to sit in my chair.
I start to brush her platinum blonde hair when I feel a tug on my robe. "Momma?" I look down to see Marisol looking up at me with her twinkling cerulean eyes.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Can I pway on your phone?" She asks, batting her eyelashes. I inwardly roll my eyes. She's been spending too much time with Chad.
"Sure, sweetheart, but stay on the games," I warn, handing her my phone.
She grins at me. "Okay, Momma," She says before skipping over to where Sharpay had been sitting.
After forty-five minutes, I'm finally finished with Sharpay's updo, and we switch places. Taylor came down a little bit ago and is now playing Candy Land with Marisol. For the wedding, Shar and I are wearing messy updos while Tay has her hair down in soft waves, and Shar and I will have natural makeup while Taylor has smokey makeup. Sharpay's done with my makeup in ten minutes.
"Marisol, come here, so Momma can do your hair," I call. She shoots up and walks over to me, handing me my phone. I check the time: 9:30 AM. "Tay, just two and half more hours until you're walking down the aisle!" I say excitedly. Her and Sharpay both squeal as I help Marisol into the chair.
I run a brush through her dark chestnut curls. "You have to be still for Mommy, so I don't burn you, okay?"
"K," She says. I grab the curling iron and start adding curls to her hair for more bounce, and I place the curling iron down when I'm done. I cover her eyes as I spray the hairspray. "Mommy?" She asks as I start a waterfall braid.
"Yeah?"
"Will Twoy be at Tay Tay and Uncle Chaddy's wedding?" She asks curiously, and I pin her braid down.
"Yes, baby," I say, spraying her hair down with hairspray again. "All done," I say with a small smile.
She squeals as she looks in the mirror. "Thanks, Mommy, so pwetty!" She shrieks before hopping out of the chair. "Aunt Pay! Tay Tay! Look at my hair!" She giggles, running over to them.
"It's so gorgeous, Sol!" Sharpay says eagerly.
"Yeah, I'm so glad I picked the prettiest flower girl for my wedding!" Taylor agrees. Marisol blushes before running off to her toys.
I shake my head with a smile before Taylor sits down in my chair. I grab my curling iron and start to loosely curl her hair, so it'll be in soft waves. I'm finished forty-five minutes later. "Time to get dressed!" Sharpay announces.
I carefully unzip Marisol's footie pajamas, and Sharpay lays Marisol's dress on the chair next to me. I grab it and unzip before placing it by Marisol's feet. She puts her hands on my shoulders to keep herself steady and steps into her dress. She pokes her arms through, and I zip it back up. I smile at her, she looks so perfect. Her dress is a ruby halter knee-length tutu dress. "Shar, will you hand me my phone?" I ask. She hands me my phone, and I go to my camera. "Smile for me, baby girl," I order nicely. Marisol immediately gives me a big grin, and I snap the photo.
"Lemme see!" She squeals, and I show her the picture. She gives me a thumbs up. "Can I go in the feater woom and watch Caillou?" She asks sweetly. I nod, and she skips off. I go to my Twitter and Instagram and post the picture: 'My baby's growing up too fast :-(.' I stand up and face the two girls.
"Okay, Tay, you can get dressed in here. Shar, you can use the bathroom across the hall. I'll be in the bedroom at the end of the hall on the left," I say before grabbing the bag my dress is in. I walk by the theater room and giggle slightly as I hear Marisol talking back to the TV. I open the bedroom door and smile as I look around, looking at all of my most treasured photos. This room is actually the master bedroom, but for reasons I don't want to explain right now, I don't sleep in here. No one's even allowed to come in here.
I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor. I take off my bra since the dress has cups built in. I unzip the bag and take out the ruby halter dress. I carefully slide it over my head before walking into the en suite bathroom, and I look in the mirror. The halter dress is open until right above my ass, and there's a slit that runs up my right leg. I shut off all the lights, and I walk out of the room, back to the studio. I see Sharpay coming out of the bathroom, and I knock on the door. I hear a faint "come in" and I open the door.
Shar and I both gasp. "Taylor, oh my gosh," I breathe.
"Tay, you look... wow," Sharpay gasps.
Her dress is strapless and hugs her body until about mid-thigh, and it flares out from there. There is sequin detailing on the bodice. It's made out of satin and organza fabric, and a ruby bow ties under her breasts. Taylor lets out a shaky breath as she looks in the large mirror that's on the wall. "Guys, can you believe it?" She asks tearfully. "I'm getting married after being in love with that idiot since we were all in preschool," She whispers, tears springing in her eyes.
Sharpay and I let out one of those laughs you do when you don't want to break out in tears. "Taylor Lynn, you better not cry and ruin your makeup!" Sharpay warns. We all giggle, and I look at my phone.
"Okay, Tay, it's 11 now, so we need to leave to get there twenty minutes early," I announce, and Taylor nods before taking a deep breath.
"Let's do this damn thing," She says, and we all walk out of the studio. "But I'm really sad Kels and Ry had to go back to New York. Damn composing and choreographing." Sharpay and I both agree with her.
"Marisol, ¡vamos! We need to leave!" I holler.
"Comin'!" Marisol yells before I hear her little feet patter against the floor. She grabs my outstretched hand, and we all walk up the stairs together.
"Gabi, all of our shoes are in the car right?" Taylor asks anxiously. I nod. "Are our bags in there?" I nod again. "Is-"
"Tay, I've got everything! Now let's go and get a move on to Marina Del Ray!" I exclaim. She nods, and we walk to the garage door. I make sure everything's locked before shutting the garage door. We all pile into my spacious, silver Mercedes-Benz 2015 GL63 AMG, and I pull out of my garage and on to my long driveway.
Forty minutes later, I pull up close to the dock where we'll be getting into a ship. The wedding will be on a ship, and the actual ceremony will be on the outside deck while the reception will be held in the ballroom inside the yacht. We all slide our sunglasses on, even Marisol with her pink Cinderella sunglasses, and Taylor throws on a black trench coat that touches the ground. We all get out of the car, and a valet comes over to us with a clipboard in his hands. "Name?" He asks.
"It's Taylor, Cameron, and the bridesmaids and flower girl," Taylor explains. He nods and marks us off before sticking his hand out, and I hand him my keys.
He points to a group of men standing in a huddle. "Just follow one of them, and they'll escort you to your room in the yacht," He says before looking at Taylor. "Don't worry, the guys are all in their room, and security won't let them out for another ten minutes, just like you said," Cameron says. Taylor nods, and I clasp Marisol's small hand. We all head over to the group of men, and an older guy steps out. "Good day, ladies. If you'll follow me, I'll take you all to your room," He says before turning around and heading for the enormous boat. We follow him, and he takes us to an elevator. We go up to the third floor, and we step out of the elevator. I marvel in awe at the grand designs of the inside of the ship. The old man points to a room with tall doors. "That's where the reception will be held." He takes us to the opposite end of the hall. "And this," He says, opening the door, "is your waiting room. Good luck!" And the old guy leaves.
Taylor immediately takes off her coat and fans herself. "Holy shit, it's hot," She huffs.
Marisol's eyes widen. "Tay Tay, bad word!" She yells.
I laugh before sitting down. "Tay, it's so awesome how you and Chad rented this ship for the night," I comment as Sharpay sits next to me.
"Yeah, it's fu-" I send her a glare, and she clears her throat. "It's freaking awesome," She says in agreement.
"Well, Chad and Troy," I wince at his name, "just gave the ship owner season tickets, and the guys let us have it for $1,000! With help and everything!" She exclaims.
For the next ten minutes, we all just talk about random things. A knock interrupts our laughter after Taylor told us how far Chad has gone to have sex. "Come in!" Taylor yells. The door opens, and her parents walk in. We all stand up, knowing we're going to have to leave soon. "Mom, Dad!"
Taylor's mom, Terry, walks over to her with tears in her eyes. "My baby, you look so gorgeous," She whispers tearfully.
Taylor hugs her mother. "Come on, Mom, please don't cry. Save it for the actual wedding!" Tay exclaims, and everyone laughs. Marisol comes over to me and rests by my leg.
"We need you guys to get out there. Everyone's here, and Chad's about to piss himself if you don't get out there soon," Taylor's dad, Tony, exclaims, and we all chuckle, knowing how Chad is.
"Okay," Taylor says, taking a deep breath, "I'm ready." She grabs her veil and hands it to Tony. He places it on her head and smiles at her while Shelly just blubbers and takes pictures. I hand Taylor her bouquet of roses before Sharpay and I grab our bouquets of white lilies. Taylor gets ready to open the door, but she pauses. She turns around with a hint of fear in her eyes. "Actually, I don't think I'm ready."
Mine and Sharpay's eyes widen. "Tony and Shelly, could you guys let us talk to her? Don't worry, we'll make sure she gets to the alter in time," Sharpay assures. They nod and exit the room.
I turn to Marisol, handing her the basket filled with rose and lily petals. "Hey, baby, can you go wait in the hall for me? Uncle Zeke should be out there, and maybe Troy will be there, too," I suggest. At the mention of Troy, her cerulean eyes brighten, and she nods before skipping out of the room.
Taylor paces the room back and forth. "I don't know if I can do it. Maybe we're not ready for this commitment to each other. Marriage is huge! What if Chad won't be able to handle it? I mean with his basketball career, he's gonna be super busy. Oh shit, I can't do it. I can't do-"
SMACK! Taylor and I's mouths both drop open. "Sharpay! You can't smack her on her damn wedding day!" I scold.
"Well, I wanted her to shut up! There wasn't another way to do that, so I slapped her!" I couldn't help but nod in agreement.
I turn back to Taylor who was rubbing her face. "Look, you need to calm the fuck down. You CAN do this. You and Chad are ready for this commitment, you've been dating since we were freaking three years old! Chad will be to handle it. All three of us know he'd choose you over basketball whenever he had to. I have not listened to your constant bitching at me for the past seven months for you to not go through with this marriage both you and Chad both want!" I shout at her, trying to get some common sense into her.
Sharpay high fives me as Taylor processes what I told her. "Damn, Gabs, and I thought I was harsh!"
Taylor abruptly stands up. "You're right. Let's do this bitch," She says, and we all walk out of the room.
"Tay, just relax for a few minutes. We still have five more minutes before we start walking out to the deck," Sharpay soothes, and Taylor nods before walking over to her dad.
I look over at Troy to see him tickling Marisol and throwing her over his shoulder. I smile softly, and I walk over to hear her melodious giggles. "Momma, help me! Twoy won't let me go!" She shrieks. I look at Troy, and I thought I saw his mouth open a little.
I grin, looking from Troy to my daughter. Our daughter, my mind subconsciously thinks. "Don't worry, baby girl, I know exactly what to do," I say, sauntering closer to the two.
Troy smirks. "Wow, Ella, it seems you can't get enough of me," He comments.
"Oh definitely," I say, now touching his chest with mine. I quickly reach behind him and squeeze the back of his thighs. He bursts out in laughter, trying to move away from me. I do it one more time, and he screams like a little girl. I fall to the ground in silent laughter as he places Marisol on the ground, and he looks at me with a fake glare. "O-oh my-my go-gosh, I-hahahahahaha- c-can't believe you're still hahahaha s-so ticklish," I burst into giggles again, and he starts laughing again. He reaches down and helps me stand up after we both calm down. I grin up at him, and he smiles down at me.
"You still have such a dorky smile," He says breathily, still smiling that crooked smile I love. I blush and look down, but he grabs my chin gently and makes me looks into his bright, twinkling cobalt blue eyes. Oh how I've missed looking into these.
"Hey lovebirds, break it up! We do have a wedding that needs to start!" Sharpay yells. My eyes widen, and I quickly pull away from Troy, rushing up to the rest of the group. Sharpay raises her eyes at me, but I shake my head.
"Marisol, qué recuerdas qué hacer con las flores (Do you remember what to do with the flowers)?" I ask her, my nerves causing me to speak Spanish.
"Sí," She answers.
The wedding planner, Penny Wakes, comes over to us. "Alright everyone, this is how the order will go: Zeke and Sharpay, Troy and Gabriella, Marisol, Tony and Taylor. Now get that way," She barks.
I go behind Shar and Zeke before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to my right to see Troy with my bouquet, and he hands them to me. "Gracias," I say quietly before placing my hands on his humongous left bicep.
"Okay, Sharpay and Zeke go," Penny orders. They walk down the hall that leads them outside and turn left where we can no longer see them. After a few moments, she motions for us to go. We follow the same path, and once we get outside, I see all 200 guests standing up and looking at us.
"I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look," Troy whispers, and I look up at him. He smiles at me, and I smile back at him before resting the side of my head on his large bicep.
Two hours later...
The wedding lasted for about twenty minutes, and it was absolutely amazing! My little Chaddyus even had a few tears escape. But after the wedding, we spent forty minutes taking pictures, and my freaking face hurts from all that smiling! We've already had our lunch: Chicken wings, ribs, and steak. And we already had our dessert. I have so many pictures from the cake cutting since it was so adorable! I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Taylor shoves me. "What the hell?" I exclaim.
"Are you ready to sing?" She asks excitedly. I nod, and she gives a thumbs up to the band.
"You told Penny to give them the chords and everything right?" I ask.
She nods. "I sent it to her this morning, and she gave it to them then. They've practiced ever since. Now go!" She shoos me away. I stand up and walk up the stage. The guitarist hands me a microphone on it's stand, and I thank him.
"Hey everyone! For those who don't know me, I'm Gabriella Montez, the Maid of Honor." Everyone claps, and I smile. "This morning, I wrote a song that means a lot to me, and Taylor wanted me to sing it for her and Chad's first dance. I'm just going to warn you there's a Spanish part in here, so just bear with me on that. I hope you like it. Tay and Chaddy, get on the floor," I say, and the band starts to play. I let them play for about thirty seconds before I start to sing:
I could lose my heart tonight
If you don't turn and walk away
I look through the crowd, and I try to skip over Troy.
'Cause the way I feel I might
Lose control and let you stay
I move across the stage, closing my eyes.
'Cause I could take you in my arms
And never let go
I prepare myself for the chorus, smiling softly at Chad and Taylor.
I could fall in love with you
I could fall in love with you
I look at Blake, who's sitting next to my mother and Troy's girlfriend Violet. Maybe I learn to love him, if I just let go of Troy.
I can only wonder how...
Touching you would make me feel
But if I take that chance right now
Tomorrow will you want me still
So I should keep this to myself
And never let you know
I miss his touch so much. It made me feel so alive.
I could fall in love with you, (baby)
I could fall in love with you,
And I know it's not right
And I guess I should try
I really should try and get over Troy.
To do what I should do
But I could fall in love,
fall in love with you,
I could fall in love with you
But I really don't want to get over him. Damn, love sucks.
[Spanish solo]
Siempre estoy soñando en ti
besando mis labios,
acariciando mi piel,
abrazándome con ansias
imaginando que me amas
como yo podría amarte.
I giggle inwardly as I can see only a few people know what I said.
So I should keep this to myself
And never let you know
I've already vowed I'm never going to get Troy caught in the mess I call my life. I smile as I see more people dancing.
I could fall in love,
I could fall in love,
with you!
My heart wrenches as I see Troy and Violet dancing, her blonde head resting on his chest. She facing away from me, and Troy's connecting his ceruleans with my chocolates. I feel my eyes burn. Finish the song! My brain screams at me.
I could fall in love, fall in love with you!
I could fall in love, fall in love with you!
I force a smile as everyone stands up and cheers. "Thanks! Now everyone get on the floor and dance to some awesome music!" I say before placing the mic back on the stand. I walk down the steps, and I slip out of the room. I walk until I reach the front of the ship and rest my arms on the white railings. I close my eyes and breathe in the ocean breeze.
"You seemed pretty content up there," A deep voice that sends warm chills down my spine points out.
I spin around in my black strappy heels to see Troy, and I clear my throat. "Yeah, singing relieves me," I say. I felt the heat start to rise from neck to my cheeks as it did during the wedding. Troy wouldn't take his eyes off of me the whole time.
He stuffs his hands into his black slacks. Taylor had him and Zeke wear white longs sleeves, black vest and red bow ties. Troy had his long sleeve pushed up to his forearms. "El, you know this could've been us," He says quietly after a few moments.
I look down, finding my black painted toenails very interesting. "Yeah, I do." I pause and sigh, knowing I couldn't hide my feelings from him. "And it hurts like hell that it's not us," I confess, feeling tears burning my eyes again.
I see him move closer to me, and he gently lifts up my chin. "Why'd you leave me?" He asks, the hurt still evident in his voice.
I close my eyes and swallow the tears. "I had to, Troy," I whisper, looking into his bright blue eyes.
He drops his hand and laughs cynically. "Bullshit, Gabriella. I'm calling bullshit."
"On what!?"
"The whole damn thing! You were scared!" He exclaims.
I feel my anger bubble. "I wasn't scared!" I yell.
He chuckles drily. "To hell you weren't! You were scared of the future! You were scared of us! We were moving too fast, and you were scared shitless!" He shouts.
"I LEFT BECAUSE I WAS PREGNANT WITH OUR CHILD, AND I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE IF I HAD ANOTHER FUCKING MISCARRAIGE," I scream. His mouth drops, and my eyes widen.
"Wh-what?" He stammers. I don't answer, and I turn and run.
I can't fucking believe I broke my damn promise on never telling him.
How was that? :-) I decided to have him know, but don't worry, we still have a ways to go ;-)
[Spanish solo]
Siempre estoy soñando en ti
besando mis labios,
acariciando mi piel,
abrazándome con ansias
imaginando que me amas
como yo podría amarte.
MEANS
I'm always dreaming of you
kissing my lips,
caressing my skin,
eagerly embracing
imagining that you love me
as I could love you.
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