1998. April, 8th.

Confession

Crucecita linda de mi corazón.


That is how they call you.

I believe that Spanish has got to be the most beautiful and romantic language to have ever existed.


When you compliment or even speak to me in Spanish, I feel my cheeks turning into a warm red.


This will be my last entry about Cruz, my friend. On Sunday, we are celebrating Easter together, and I am going to confess my feelings. I don't think my heart could stand it any longer if you rejected all the love it has for you.


Te amo, amor.