Two years ago…
I asked a boy for his number.
We met at 10 o’clock “debajo del reloj,” the place in Salamanca where everybody meets.
We drank a glass of wine at an Irish “pub,” Molly Malone’s.
He texted me the next day to go get coffee. I was taking a siesta and my reply was delayed. But when I did get the message, I hopped out of bed and got there as fast as my legs would carry me.
A few days later, after numerous late night meetings, we decided we were a we. Since that date, October 1, 2009, it’s always been about him and me, me and him, us.
Happy two years, mi amor.
P.S. See you so soon!