Querido Romeo,
I hiked half across Buenos Aires my last morning, hunting you down again. I have kissed others on the cheek, but none lasted so long as yours, and so I know you felt a spark for me, too. It’s a pity that I’m now 12 hours away, but I still think of you, and I want you to know that I think you’re increeeedibly handsome – and I just couldn’t tell you to your face. Hahahaha.
Muchisimos besos mas, en lugares mejor que la mejilla,
Juliet
