I made you go to Miami Vice with me. I was a huge fan as a kid and love Michael Mann. I knew it would probably suck, but I wanted to see it.
You said yes with a smile. You would try anything, always with a smile.
We went and the movie wasn't very good, but there was a moment. A moment in the middle where Crockett meets up with his new girl, the drug dealing accountant. They look at each and say, 'hola, amigo' and 'hola, amiga'.
In the dark of the theatre, you turned and looked at me, squeezing my arm. I looked at you, squeezing your thigh where my hand usually was.
It was just like us.
You will always be my muchacha. And I will always be your muchacho.
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