Sasha: "Yeah, I can imagine all the things he must have told you about me. That night I don´t know what happened to me. I mean, I was on fire for you but I didn´t know how to get close to you. When I liked a girl, what I usually did was offer her a drink, tell her a lot of sweet words in Spanish, Italian…Ah! and French – that never failed- and then I told her about my travels…Anyway, I impressed them – though sometimes I didn´t need to say a word. But you´re different, special, and I knew none of that will be enough. So I resigned myself to just watch you all night long. I already told you, you left me in a state of stupidity. Now I have to ask you something and please, be honest…Didn´t you realize I was crazy about you?"

Carmen: "No, not at all… at first. Later, I started to doubt about your real intentions, but I didn´t really know it until that night when we talked at the salsa club."

Sasha: "You can´t even imagine how much I suffered having to pretend to be just your friend. Those were the worst 41 days of my whole life, the worst torture in human history"

Carmen:"Hehehe!! You were keeping track of the days? Don´t exaggerate."

Sasha: "Exaggerate? That saturday -after the party- when we went to dinner and then I took you back to your apartment, when you said, before got out of the car, `I´d love it if we could be friends´, I felt like you´d stabbed me in the back, like someone threw a bucket of cold water on me. I thought, `How can you ask me for that? Are you blind? Can´t you see that I want to kiss you, caress you, sleep by your side…Why are you so mean?´"

Carmen: "So why didn´t you say anything?"

Sasha: " I knew you needed time- the sad look constanly on your face told me so – and I said `OK, I can be your friend. Besides, how long could it take you to realize what I feel for you?´. I never imagined I´d have to wait so long. Every single day, when I woke up, I said `Today, I´ve got to tell her´. But then I´d see you and be afraid of scaring you off  if  I told what was going on with me. I felt if I didn´t have you close to me, even if it was just as a friend, I was going to die. I was at a crossroads. On the one hand, I was suffering being just your friend; on the other hand, I knew I´d suffer more if I told you the truth and because of this you decided not see me anymore. It was like that U2 song, `With or without you´ .