La historia de siempre

Look in the laundry room, above the towel cabinet. Yes, I know we never have time to talk, but maybe it's also because you haven't given me the chance, huh? Things get said. I never wanted to hurt you. Jesus, Susana, I'm trying to speak to you from my heart. No, no, it's the history of forever. If I tell you this it's because I don't want to leave this bus without being sure, absolutely sure, having tried everything to make you wait for me, to keep you by my side. After all these years together a person realizes what an asshole he's been, that he's been by any measure, but I asked you to spend the rest of your life with me, that's why I asked you in front of a priest. Only tonight, dear. Well, what do you say? I promise I won't be an ass. I will only tell you why I think it's worth giving us one last chance. Of course. Only tonight, dear. Please. You're sure? Well then let me tell you that you don't hide things well. That you don't hide things well. This morning I'd gotten up and then I realized, again, that you'd already left so I went to the window. Your car was parked there out front.