Broken

Hi Jon...how are you? Don't ask me why am I writing in English, I just want it. Baby, I would like to tell you that my carpa was great, that I spent the best time of my life drinking and dancing all night. But the truth is, that it was not exactly that way.

Jon, have you ever felt like a broken part of something? 2 years ago I felt part of something big, part of a beautiful dream, part of a real project. 1 year ago, I had to realize that the dream was over. We all were starting university, in new cities, with new company and that was the way it had to be...but I didn't care. We met all fridays at Golem to have a coffe, we went out all Saturday's night to be together, we went to the carpas together, and even if I don't remember so much, I know I enjoyed them because I was with you.

But today...it is different. You are in Britain, Mikel is half with us, I see Natis once a month, I see Ingrid twice a month, I see Iker at Coro and Lola and I have to make a great effort to find a moment to spend together (studying, watching films and so on). Baby, I have been feeling so sad and now I know that all of you are one of the most important reasons.

Iker is making a dinner this Saturday. 10 or 11 of us will go. Unfortunately, I can't go because I'm going to Barcelona as I told you on Sunday. So this is it.

Baby, please forgive me because of using your blog to express myself, but I really needed it.



Love you Jon! We'll be waiting...