“I didn’t hear it, but Aaron did. He told me.” He sighs in relief. “Tell me what you said.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes like he’s dismissing his own thoughts, his own words. “Lilybug, you won’t understand it.” “Tell me anyway, I want to know.” “Eres el amor de mi vida, mi sol,” he says. I bet he won’t give me a translation when saying it to my face—in a language I don’t even understand—is so difficult for him. “Siempre te amaré.”
