“D’you remember?” he said. “That time when
we returned from work. We were
working in the same place
back then.
And it was dark outside
and we walked along the street when suddenly
there’s this big
watermelon
that pops in our way. We walked up to it
and gave it a few
light kicks and convinced ourselves that
it must’ve been dropped
by some delivery truck or
forgotten by some merchant. And then you had this
brilliant idea.
You said that we should take it to my
place and share it.
I picked it up and to my place we
went and we shared the sweetest watermelon
I’ve ever tasted in my life. Love
was obviously
the secret spice there. We were
so poor back then
we were crazy enough to pick some random
watermelon from the streets.
Well… not much changed today. I’m still
poor and you’re
still my imaginary girlfriend. We’ll
be together
forever, you and I.”
LatinosUSA 
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