Carlos. A meter away.

We were a couple of kids in our 16, deeply in love with each other.
I remember he used to play the electric guitar, Iron Maiden was his favorite band to play,
sometimes he called me just to play a song for me.
I fell so fast for his skills and his Mexican family but his not-so-Mexican accent,
his black sense of humor, and his ways of ignoring me, 

I also remember the scar of his nose 'cause of my fault.

But I can't remember so much what happened with us.
I guess it was by our ages that we couldn't understand so much about love.

During our relationship we never really discussed or fought.
When he was mad he ignored me by playing the guitar so loud until he can't hear me,
or walking away from me, and that was when I stopped arguing.
When I was mad I pushed him a meter away, but he always broke my rules
by hugging or kissing me, while I yell between laughs:
"A METER AWAY!! A METER AWAY!!"
We were support for each other, although we weren't on the same side.
After four years or so, of not having phone calls, mails, friend requests or any kind of communication,

he came out from nowhere and suddenly we were talking, laughing out of loud like four years ago.
He said he wanted to see me, I hesitated a little but then I said yes.

Finally, we went out that same day.
We spent half day in the pool of his friend's house, then went for dinner, and later to his place. 

At his place we had a bit of weed, watched a movie, ate dinner and cuddled.

We didn't made out, it was the right atmosphere but we cuddled instead,
while I was falling asleep in his arms.

When the night came over he drove me home.
And it was there when we finally did, 

we kissed in my front door.
Suddenly I wished I could rewind the whole day and start with that kiss.
I felt in that kiss the four years we have left behind,
asking ourselves:
Why we broke up? Where have you been these four years?
My God, I missed you.

And I know he was feeling pretty much the same because when I pushed him back,
he pressed me up against his body.
And that's the end.
I know where to find him now, but after that night we haven't called each other again,
I guess there is no phone call or kiss that put us together again.
We are broken.
And like all sad stories of  broken people we're not meant to be.