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On friday I fell in love with a boy from Cadiz in the moonlight, on satuday I couldn't stop smiling, on sunday I could not stop thinking of him, on Monday he wrote me an email to the address I had scribbled inside his passport, on Tuesday I will see him again and on wenesday he'll be on the other side of the earth. I can't decide if it's better this way. Is it better to have loved and lost than never loving at all? I didn't think I could ever feel this strongly this fast. Spanish lovers and summer nights are the perfect cocktail for heartbreak