#300Letters (2025)

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The Tom and Jero show.

Good morning!

I see you are resting.

Isn't it so?

Tell me. Aren't you worried?

Excuse me, your majesty

are you feeling alright?

Are you comfortable?

Do you want me to get you anything?

Gin and tonic?

Something to drink?

Excuse me, can I ask you something?

Does it hurt to be so pretty?

Do you think he'll suck me some day?

I hope he'll suck me soon...

Who exercises the most?

Who takes longer in the shower?

Who has more secrets?

That's fine.

Strike a pose.

Are you sh**ting a video?

Stop it!

You are such an as*h*le...

No, no, wait!

#300letters

-Shall we upload it then?

-Sure.

I don't want to cause you

any trouble... especially today.

No problem.

I'll upload it and tag you

so you gain followers...

and, who knows,

some other students.

Okay, I like it.

Do you celebrate Valentine's Day?

Obviously.

Today one of us gets pregnant.

Get ready to be a godfather.

No godson for me...

-See you, buddy.

-Bye.

"Party hard".

Guys, can you lend me a hand

before we go?

Love, I'm coming back really sneakily

just the way you like it.

Shall we take

a shower together?

Do you want me

to buy you something?

Fruit, a treat, pastries?

I'm up for a cake.

Shall we make one?

Love...

How strange, you without music!

Love...

Hadn't we arranged to have a snack

to celebrate?

You can't forget what day it is today.

Date maniac!

I knew you couldn't forget.

How pretty you are!

What's this?

What is it, a treasure hunt?

Dear Jero,

surely this is going to seem

like a hasty decision.

But I swear to you

that it is not.

Today, I walk away

from your life.

It is the inevitable closure

of a completed cycle,

at least for me.

In the box there are

299 letters that I wrote

every day we saw

each other since we met.

I hope that with them

you can understand me.

I'm warning you,

it's not going to be pretty.

You are going to see yourself

reflected in a different mirror

than the one

you are used to.

I ask you, please, do not call me,

or write to me,

and especially,

do not send me voice recordings.

I hate them.

Let this settle.

Bye, Jero.

He left me with a performance!

I was prepared to be dumped

by phone or Instagram message,

even from Grindr.

But with a "f*cking" installation?

I never would have

imagined it.

It's original.

Wait a moment!

There were no signs?

Some reason?

Are you asking me

if it's my fault?

Sort of...

No, Esteban. I am a saint.

A saint? Really?

Are you my friend

or his, Esteban?

Do you want me to tell you

what you want to hear

or the truth, Jeronimo?

I am a saint.

Maybe I wasn't so much

at the beginning.

But I've been good

for a while now.

Son of a b*tch!

I should just burn all of this down

and f*ck the hell out of it.

And be left in doubt?

Do you know something?

I'm as surprised as you.

What do I do?

Read the letters.

Follow the game?

No other choice?

Yes. f*ck... f*ck... f*ck...

a lot...

but a lot,

until you forget he existed.

Take them.

Read them and then tell me

what they say.

You're crazy.

It's your story, not mine.

Own it. Or don't...

It's your decision.

Esteban!

Come closer

What does it matter?

What happened to you?

Pick up... Let's talk...

Why are you doing this?

PICK UP!

Answer me, Tom!

Nobody made me feel this way

I'm lost because of you

My head spins when I see you

Now I understand

February 14th.

Dear Jero.

I'm going to start

by saying

that it was amazing

what happened today.

The best thing about it

was how quickly we clicked

and we didn't extend

the excruciating chat...

Please don't be a fake.

please don't be a fake.

It's you!

It's me!

Who did you think?

There's a lot of fakes

going around.

Hello.

Do you want to come in?

Yes!

I must confess

that I was nervous.

It's not every day I meet

a guy like you on Grindr.

It's cute.

Do you want something

to drink?

-What are you drinking?

-Aperol. Do you want one?

Water is fine...

Do you want a joint?

The truth is that

I hardly ever smoke,

but if you brought some...

feel free.

Everything was so typical.

Straight out of

an IKEA catalog.

Then you told me

that most of the things

you had brought from Europe.

So traveled, so plastic.

Even the electronic music playing

in the background...

One of many playlists to f*ck to.

So textbook.

What a nice patio.

It can't be seen

from anywhere.

So kinky to f*ck here, right?

I'm getting your shoes wet.

No matter. Keep kissing.

Come here...

Sorry, sorry, I was too horny.

Me too.

Give me two seconds

and we'll resume.

Having sex with you like this

is my way of rebelling

on Valentine's Day.

Today?

It's Valentine's.

Oh! I didn't even notice.

You drive me crazy.

Jero, Jero, Jero,

what a hole...

a mole, a pole, a sailor...

could live there.

-Are you a marine?

-You wish, you're kinky.

No... Poet, writer, bah.

-I am also a poet...

-Really?

Used to pray for a moment

just like this.

There's a fire in your eyes

I can't resist.

Baby, we're gonna wanna

remember this.

I can taste forever

on your lips.

There's a lifetime living

inside that kiss.

Baby, we're gonna wanna

remember this.

Did you just recite

Jonas Brothers lyrics to me?

Nooo. Did they

plagiarize me?

Really. What do you do...

and why do you have

two computers on

at the same time?

Investments...

cryptocurrencies.

What?

Is that a job?

Is being a "poet" a job?

I also teach.

Everything about you seemed

so cheesy and childish.

Your books, your not job.

But sex... Phew.

I was tired of so many assholes

with 15-minute f*ck

and zero brains to chat...

What's wrong with

Knights of the Zodiac?

What?

You are team Sailor Moon.

I guess.

How can you prefer those girls?

The Knights are everything.

It's not like I can talk much

with you either.

But I had a lot of fun.

It's been a long time since I've laughed

after having sex with someone.

And that is a compliment.

If I had to put

a label on you,

it would be...

an ornate bourgeois.

Still, I have nothing against

people who are lucky in life.

How did you get involved

in cryptocurrency?

Early inheritance.

I am an orphan...

and my godfather,

my old man's best friend,

put my money

in a fund abroad.

When I came of age I had to decide

what to do with my life.

Didn't you feel like

studying something?

No...

You like the good life.

No effort.

I only make an effort

in cross-fit classes.

If losing your parents

as a child can be called luck.

But I come

from another world.

A lively

and hard-working family.

Lots of study.

The constant struggle

to try to make a living from art.

And gyms...

like churches...

I only look at the

from afar.

I have to go.

That class is not going

to take place on its own.

Is it by Zoom? You can do it here,

if you want.

Face-to-face.

So vintage...

OK. With this I'm out.

I very much doubt that

we will see each other again.

It's not that I

don't want you to go.

It's so you don't run.

Although I would like you

to stay...

I can't.

I tried.

But what

a good f*ck, OMG.

Whenever you want,

we repeat.

Like... let's say, now...

So intense...

Can't say no

to a quick blowjob.

If I made a ranking of the

best sexual encounters of my life,

the one I had with you

would surely be

fighting for the top positions.

But absolute pleasure

does not exist.

I could never spend too much time

with a guy like you.

You represent everything

that I most reject

from the human being.

You are 100% superficial.

"See you never", Jero.

Overloaded bourgeois...

Corny...

Childish... superficial...

What the f*ck

is all this?

What are you playing?

Dear Jero, my hand is

still shaking as I write this...

Seeing you again

was not in my plans.

But I am weak.

I am an addict and

sex with you is my drug.

Every day we find

something new to do...

Dear Jero, I could also teach you

something, couldn't I?

Dear Jero, if there was a prize

that combined...

Guinness, Oscar and Nobel,

it should be ours.

Although, in the end,

I always feel like a loser.

That feeling of emptiness

and the desire

to never see you again

are repeated every day.

But my relapses

are constant

and I can't help but reply

to your messages.

Evidently I'm attracted

to sex.

But... sometimes I'm afraid

it's something more.

A self inflicted punishment.

Masochism.

Talk it over

in therapy, moron.

Why are you telling me

all this?

I thought

you weren't coming.

I needed

to clear my head.

I've been reading

the letters.

And?

Throw everything away, Jero.

Forget those letters.

You asked me to read them.

And now I'm asking you to stop.

Let's move on to plan B.

Was there a plan B?

Yes buddy. To f*ck!

To f*ck until you forget

he ever existed.

One nail

drives out another.

Come on...

HOT!

FULL SEX

BEARDS

GOOD VIBES

EAGER

I LIKE IDear Jero,

I thought we couldn't

find a new position.

You surprised me...

Sex...

Dear Jero,

To find you naked,

destroys my chance of escape...

More sex...

Sex...

Dear Jero,

I'm not a contortionist...

In the end

sex is the only thing

that mattered to you...

Dear Jero.

Why ruin what we had?

Why this damn need to change

things and move forward?

Forward to where?

We just took

a step back...

Come in.

Jero is finishing his shower.

What bothered me the most

was the ambush...

Do you want something

to drink?

Were you guys

having something?

I asked first.

By the hour, I would have

a gin and tonic.

Nice, we continue

with the "mate"...

You are...?

Esteban. I told you when

I opened the door for you.

I got that...

I mean... brother, cousin...

a friend of Jero?

Oh, no.

He didn't tell you?

We are a couple.

Today we were going to have

a threesome.

No, sorry, a little lie...

I'm best friends

with him.

We should ask him that.

Maybe he doesn't feel

the same way.

Jero told me all about you.

Oh really?

You are a literature teacher.

I am a poet...

I also teach.

What kind of poetry

do you do?

What kind of poetry

do you know?

Alfonsina Storni?

Right...

What I do is different.

I don't know much

about poetry...

Jero told me that

you met on Grindr.

And that you've seen

several times.

That is not common

in Jero.

And what would be common

in Jero?

To f*ck. Once.

Are you jealous?

Jealous? Of what?

Of what

Jero and I have.

You guys have nothing.

Well, it turns out

that in the end

he doesn't consider you

his best friend.

What do you mean?

That what Jero and I have

is more than sex.

What are you guys

up to?

Hello my love.

We were getting to know

each other with "Estebi".

Do you want something

to drink?

He already offered me...

I'm going to the patio

to smoke some weed...

I'm desperate.

There's a strange vibe.

What do you do with

one of these guys?

"These guys"?

He is not like us.

We have a good time.

It's all super relaxed...

He just told me

you're dating.

Did he tell you that?

You told me

it was just a f*ck.

I don't know, Esteban.

I didn't put a label on it.

One thing is a f*ck

and another, very different,

is a boyfriend.

-Am I your best friend?

-Obviously.

I don't like this guy.

You don't have to

like him.

That is what you would answer

if you were dating.

We're not dating.

We laugh at q*eers

like these...

What?

I forgot the lighter

at home.

I'm leaving.

Wait Tom.

Wait... Tom!

Wait!

Tom!

Don't go.

What part of "q*eers like me"

do you laugh about?

The way we speak?

Or the mannered walk?

That was

a thousand years ago, Tom.

We were idiots

who didn't understand anything.

You still are the same as*h*le

but with more muscles.

-Open the door.

-Wait.

I am no longer

that person.

Would you walk with me,

hand in hand, down the street?

I thought neither of us

wanted that.

But do you want something else

to happen between us?

I don't know.

Well, when you find out,

let me know...

Now open the door.

When did I become the person

claiming marriage to another?

It's your fault, Jero.

This is what you

turned me into.

I'm your creation...

We hang out

and have a good time.

Nothing more.

I don't want us to walk

down the street, holding hands.

You are an ordinary person.

One of the bunch

of shallow cross-fit guys.

Don't confuse me.

I'm embarrassed

by you, Jero.

Ordinary?

Superficial?

Do you think you are

the last coke in the desert?

Go f*ck yourself.

Damn you Tom.

WHY AREN'T YOU POSTING?

WE MISS YOU!

OUT ON VACATION?

POST SOMETHING!

DID YOU SPLIT UP?

Hello people!

Here I am after

a few difficult days.

I'm making this video to respond

to all the messages you sent.

The answer to most

of your questions is: YES.

Tom and I are separated.

Actually, he left home...

and left me 300 letters.

His thoughts since

the day we first met.

I don't have much to say

except that I'm knowing

a completely different Tom.

Not everything is laughter

and happiness in love it seems.

Well... I would still like

to believe that there is

some true love

on that side.

I don't know

if we'll be back...

I don't know if

I'll post here again...

So... see you in real life.

Or maybe not.

Bye.

I should be writing poetry.

I don't understand

why I keep wasting

time with this.

It's blocking me more.

I'm done.

With what?

This... Jero and I.

And when did it start?

I told you.

You told me you where f*cking

a guy like you were rabbits.

Yes, him.

But was there

something else?

-No.

-Do you like him?

He's cute.

No, I mean if you "like" him...

If you have "feeling" for him.

Are you crazy?

Then, if nothing started,

it can't be over.

Leave it.

You don't understand.

What I don't understand is

why it affects you so much.

If you only had sex,

the only thing that changed

is that you were left

without a bun. Find another.

Open Grindr.

Surely you have

a thousand messages waiting.

Nevertheless, it's still

something that ends.

Then recognize that

you wanted something else.

Shush! You are not allowed

to say that...

I have nothing to do

with Jero.

People like them

don't like people like us.

You don't like

guys like him either.

Exactly.

I hate "KY cowboys".

But some f*ck so well

that they confuse you.

Stop f*cking around,

my friend.

We didn't come to this world

to suffer

and you know perfectly well

that we went through worse.

If you want to f*ck, f*ck.

If you don't like him,

do it with someone else.

What is the meaning of life if

we do things that make us feel bad?

You should always get

something out of it.

The balance should always be positive.

I'll leave you now that your

little ones are coming.

-Teacher.

-Hello...

Sit down while we wait

for the rest.

Do you want

to drink something?

Same as you, sir.

What did we say, Fede?

Don't call me "sir".

I'm not even

your dad's age.

Thank goodness,

I don't like them so old.

The same for him

and charge it to my account.

Don't get used to it.

From time to time you're going

to have to buy me a drink.

Whenever you want, sir...

I mean, whenever you want.

I don't bite.

Thanks for the feedback, professor.

I feel that I'm having trouble

with the story I am writing.

What's wrong?

Kind of what you told me.

I lack experience

to tell some things.

Like the bathroom scene...

-And you're looking...

-Yes.

Is there someone

in the bathroom?

I'm locking up!

See you next week, Fede.

Hello Tom.

I kept thinking...

what happened was not good.

Can we talk?

Well, it sounds very dramatic

said that way.

What I mean is

that I'd like us

to talk about it calmly.

Let me know if

you want to catch up.

When did we become characters

in a Jane Austen novel?

We turned something

super laid back and casual

into this weird awkwardness.

We should be having

wild sex right now.

A blowjob, penetrations,

sex toys, a threesome.

Anything but this.

-I don't know what.

-What do you want?

You first.

No. You are the one

who sent the message.

What did you want

to tell me?

Sorry.

Sorry what?

Sorry about the other day.

Don't apologize.

Right.

I have a good time with you.

Beyond the f*ck, I mean.

We chat, we laugh...

I feel a good vibe.

Me too.

I would go for a walk with you

holding hands, down the street.

Don't take it so literally.

It was a metaphor.

-Yes, sorry.

-Don't...

Yes. Don't apologize.

It's just...

I'm a little nervous.

Anyway, I'd like to go out...

for a change.

Go for a drink...

a picnic...

go dancing...

I like you.

That was too much.

I mean, I like spending time

with you.

You lack so much personality.

I don't know what you think.

I find it really strange

that you are so quiet.

I'm listening to you.

But do you like the idea?

OK.

Let's go out for a drink.

Now?

Wasn't that what you wanted?

A quick blowjob

before heading out?

And there's the Jero

that I knew, and I like.

Always ready!

You're so cute...

I hate romance.

Yes, me too,

I hate romance... a lot.

What followed was a series

of contradictions

to your confession

about romanticism

that I can't even

describe in detail.

All the effort you made

to make our outings a date,

but without saying it,

caused me a certain tenderness.

The effort of the casual...

But I also accept that

I didn't do anything to prevent it.

I was amused by all this.

I had fun with you and,

I suppose, because of you.

I had begun to ignore the limit.

-Q... Jero... Jero... Q...

-How are you?

-A pleasure...

-Tom talked a lot about you.

-No.

-Really?

All nice things...

-Really?

-Yes.

...I'm love backwards

and it's a bum shape as a heart.

-It's you.

-Shut up.

We've spent all day

going out dancing

going to the beach.

You can't believe the beaches.

I have never seen beaches

as beautiful as Sydney's.

And the beaches up north

are the most beautiful.

And the people were like...

WHY DID YOU SEPARATE?

HOW SAD, GUYS!

WHO WAS THE CUCKOLD?

YOU ARE TOO CUTE

WHEN YOU ARE SAD

COME AND I'LL COMFORT YOU

I'MNOTASUMMERLOVE

ARE YOU OK?

I'VE BEEN BETTER

YOU WILL GET OVER HIM

I NEED TO UNDERSTAND

WHAT HAPPENED TO BELIEVE THANOBODY STOPS LOVING

WITHOUT REASON.

THERE ARE ALWAYS SIGNS

THAT'S GOOD.

I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. THANKS.

While silence eats

all the walls,

you and I go

from bed to heart...

dragging like every night,

the useless rhythm

of this revenge...

that we know

leads nowhere.

Now I have the pleasure

of presenting...

Right on time!

Introduce each other...

a great beautiful poet...

Tom Martnez.

Give him a warm welcome.

Hello everyone!

I want to share something new

that I wrote.

Hope you like it.

He looks like the boy

in the photo.

The boy in the photo passed

through a hundred filters.

My mind searches

for the place

where it saved his profile

picture from the dating app.

I'm almost sure

it's him.

I recognize one of his n*pples

when he opens the door

with his torso bare.

Quickly, I put on my

mountaineering suit

and enter his house ready

to climb the Mount Everest

that rises from his muscular

and hairy chest.

I look at his a*s

whenever I can.

I imagine Jupiter and Saturn

locked up in his shorts.

I like astronomy since

I was a child.

He offers me an Aperol.

Now I'm sure it's him.

It's the same glass, the same

ice, and the same drink

as his photo passed through

one hundred filters.

But I like

more bitter drinks.

That's not the fluid

I came for.

In the patio of his house

we kiss...

What a beautiful deck chair!

With my tongue, I try to get lava

out of his Mount Everest

as if it was a volcano.

I put my hand inside his pants

looking for the rings of Saturn.

That plant looks like

the one my grandmother had!

He caresses my member

and I imitate him.

We insist until the scream arrives

and, later, the first fluid.

Ah! Right to the deck chair...

And another... Ah!

On the plant that looks like

the one that my grandmother had...

Ah! At the Aperol drink...

What aim!

Our members spit non-stop.

The house floods quickly.

The liquid covers me.

I hold my breath

and try to swim

through the white water

to the surface.

I should change my

mountaineering suit for a diver's

but I'd rather leave life

than release the moisture

from his member.

I scream, like before,

but only bubbles

come out of my mouth.

Glup! Glup! Glup!

We fall exhausted.

We can barely breathe.

Slowly, we calm down

and awkwardness sets in.

Perhaps if we had talked

a little earlier

we would know what

to talk about.

But all I know is that he is

into cryptocurrencies

and I, who write poems,

don't know what to say to him.

Luckily, the awkward moment

only lasts a few seconds.

He invites me to a new sexual

challenge with his gaze.

I want to say "no" when

I spot his other Mount Everest.

The one that I had not yet visited

on my previous expedition.

I put my mountaineering gear

back on and prepare to climb.

Did your house flood?

Don't leave, Zabo will be

performing soon

to close up the evening.

-Congrats!

-Thank you!

-Congratulations!

-Thanks.

Very graphic.

Don't clap just because...

You don't know what I'm about to do...

What about if I say "k*ll everyone"...

What do you think about it?

A lack of respect

for my privacy.

-Our.

-You don't deny it.

I take from life

for inspiration.

It's also my life.

You could have asked me

for permission or warned me.

No one knows it's you.

I do. And I didn't want

to feel exposed like that.

I work like this.

It is my way of making art.

Well, you can stick your art

right up your a*s.

Don't you think it's too much

to make a scene here.

You don't want

to feel exposed?

I think you're

out of place, baby.

Look man, no one asked

your opinion.

"Look, man," I don't know why

you assume I'm a boy.

But I can say

whatever I want.

And you're totally

out of place.

So you better go.

Are you crazy, man...

girl... "They"!?

What happen

with you and genres?

If it's so hard,

you're in the wrong place.

Let's go, Esteban.

-But "they" is well said.

-Esteban!

What?

He is an exaggerator.

Come on, say it!

Here, the most misplaced,

was you.

Me? Why?

I love your poetry.

But be very careful, Tom.

It's not cool to hurt people

to make art.

-I didn't do anything wrong.

-Didn't you?

-Congratulations!

-Thanks!

Well, this is it, Jero.

It was almost a pleasure.

Love, Tom.

Dress up.

We are going to train.

Go!

He is a psychopath.

I don't understand how

I didn't see it before.

It was all

right under my nose.

Do you remember the first time

we saw him recite that poem?

How did I get back together

with him after that?

Jero... You need to let go.

-Is not easy.

-Enough! You have to f*ck.

I told you,

"A nail drives out another".

Hello. I'm Pablo.

Hello, Pablo. How you doing?

Esteban.

Pablo, the new student.

Jero.

Yes, I know.

We know each other?

I was a follower of the account

you had with Tom...

That's how I got to Esteban

and the training group.

I am sorry

for your separation.

Nothing to regret.

He's over it.

I'm glad.

Get going,

we'll start in a moment.

"Pablito nailed a little nail...

and a nail... drives out another."

Think about it.

Well guys.

Let's start.

A few runs

from cone to cone.

What do you want?

Let's talk.

-I was leaving.

-Where to?

To my cross-fit class.

I mean, what do you care.

Can we talk?

Do you want an Aperol?

Oh, no, wait!

You don't like sweet drinks...

Forgive me.

The poem was too much.

I shouldn't have exposed you

like that.

Well, I don't want

to come across

as the guy who takes away

your creativity either.

Perhaps if you

had told me earlier

I would have been

more prepared.

You are absolutely right.

The poem was good...

I mean, if I hadn't been

the protagonist.

What can I do

to make it up to you?

I don't know.

I am allergic to cats.

Esteban is waiting for me.

The puppy wants to play

with the sausage.

I'll tell Esteban

that I'm not going.

My friend...

Sorry, something came up.

I can't go to class.

I'll explain later.

What are you doing?

A "chocotorta". You like?

I'm a fan of

the "chocotorta".

Oh yeah!

Finally a coincidence

in this couple!

If I hurry I can finish it

for the afternoon.

What's wrong?

-I have class.

-Now?

It's Wednesday.

No worries.

We eat it for dessert.

Can you open for me?

Catch!

And bring a bag with clothes,

so you don't use all my t-shirts.

I'll make room for you

in the closet.

For a moment, I imagined that

those keys didn't open any doors.

OKAY.

No kiss?

That I was a prisoner

in a stinky romantic comedy...

where I was the protagonist.

When I saw the street

I discovered that I was free.

That I just had

to make a decision.

Go back or escape forever.

And I'm not going to lie,

the first thing

that crossed my mind

was to swim to Uruguay

and start a new life

selling handicrafts

in Cabo Polonio.

Are you staying or going?

-I'll stay.

-Oh really?

I'll leave you

with your prince.

Teacher, can I buy you

a drink, sir?

-If you don't call me "sir"...

-Sorry.

A gin and tonic.

Sorry I didn't bring anything

to read today.

I've been distracted

these days.

Are you in love?

Something like that.

Write about it, then.

I need a little inspiration.

m*therf*cker!

To hell with all this!

GYM GROUP:

Esteban added Pablo.

ESTEBAN: WE WELCOME PABLO.

IGNACIO: WELCOME, PABLO

JOSEFINA: WELCOME!!!

CHARLI: PABLITOOO! COME ON!!

PABLO: THANK YOU, EVERYONE!

STEFI: WHAT A TREAT!

I'LL BE COMING BACK.

IGNACIO: YOU BETTER CLEAN UP, GIRL!

WELCOME.

THANK YOU.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?

NOT MUCH. LOOKING

FOR SOMETHING ON NETFLIX

DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER

FOR A DRINK?

-Come in...

-Yes.

I saw this place so many times

on TikTok.

It's like being

on a TV set.

-Do you want a drink?

-What do you have?

-Water, wine... Aperol.

-I love Aperol.

Are these keys yours?

Yes.

I loved it.

Next time let's go to my place

so we're more comfortable.

Sure. I have to go now.

Hi love! The "chocotorta"

came out spectacular.

I was tempted and couldn't help

but eat half of it.

I'll have to push harder

tomorrow at cross-fit.

Jero, I just got out of class.

I have body aches

and my head is splitting.

I think I have the flu.

I'll go home.

I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.

I didn't see it possible

to dedicate myself to crafts

in Cabo Polonio because

I don't even know how to do a braid.

I made up the flu

because I needed to think.

Tom, you're a jerk.

You hooked up with a poor kid

in the bathroom

just a few hours after

I invited you

to come live

in my house?

Did you really make up that

cold so you wouldn't see me?

The chocotorta, that day,

had turned out great.

I'm glad

you didn't eat it.

I regret having to know you

as you really are.

Now, there's a guy

in the bedroom sleeping.

We just had great sex.

It's my style: ordinary and

superficial as you would say.

While we f*cked,

there were moments

when I didn't think

about you

and that felt really good.

I think I'd better go.

Will you open for me?

Dear Jero...

Today I took a bag with

my things to your house.

Throughout the day I looked for

a sign of repentance in your eyes

at this step we were taking...

Let's see what you got.

But I didn't find

anything like that...

Give me that.

It's mine.

Best poet in Argentine's history.

After me...

On the contrary,

you looked absolutely happy...

All, take out everything.

-This is it?

-Yes.

You thought it was

too small a bag.

But I want you to know that,

for me,

that bag was gigantic

and weighed like an elephant.

I introduce you,

or you introduce me.

We can each

introduce ourselves.

I say, 'I am Tom.

You are Jero'.

Or I'll introduce us both.

Or not, you introduce us to both.

You say: he is Tom, I am Jero.

Oh, I don't know,

I don't know.

What are you laughing at?

Are you recording?

No, give it to me.

Wait. Take it easy.

You are recording everything.

The Tom and Jero Show.

I don't know how long

our coexistence will last.

All this is too much

for me.

I guess we'll have some

shitty moments...

THIS IS REAL

And I suppose that we'll have

happy moments too...

But I'm warning you, Jero.

You won't find them

in my next letters.

Now that we live together,

we write this story together.

I like that you're here.

I'll take care

of the adversities.

It is in my nature.

I leave the part of the idyll to you

so that you can do with it

whatever you want...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL.

OH HAPPY DAY!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY".

ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE

My friend, happy birthday.

How are you?

Up, up, up,

to celebrate today, huh!

Are we going to that

g*y Party we like tonight?

You moron!

ESTEBAN: VOICE MESSAGE

How annoying!

Dear Jero...

If I read one more "Dear Jero",

I'm going to k*ll myself.

I knew you would try to cheat

by reading the last letter

to save yourself the rest.

I got to know you

all too well.

But I warn you that

it won't be that easy.

There's no shortcut

to the truth, Jero...

Son of a b*tch!

Dear Jero. This is not

the last letter either...

Did you want order, as*h*le?

There you have it!

Dear Jero, I must admit

something to you.

You made it really hard

for me to hate Halloween.

Say something.

What do you want me to say?

Do you like it?

All of this seems

silly to me.

Yes, I already

understood that.

How does the suit fit you?

I don't know Jero.

-Let me see.

-Don't even think about coming in.

Come on...

I won't even tell you to come

to the party with me anymore.

I just want to see

how it looks on you.

No, Jero.

-Pretty please.

-No!

-Oh-my-god.

-Can I take it off now?

Please do what

I asked before.

-Jero...

-I beg you.

"I am Sailor Venus, and I will

punish you in the name of love"

Do it better.

"I am Sailor Venus, and I will

punish you in the name of love"

Again. With feeling.

"I am Sailor Venus, and I will

punish you in the name of love"

I love you.

Well, I'm going to take

this off.

Wait!

I've been dreaming about

this crossover for years.

But above all things,

you managed to make me forget,

for a moment, the first

"I love you" of our relationship.

It's been a long time

since we f*cked

with the intensity

of tonight.

And I missed this...

I never said I love you.

You are delusional.

I never said I love you.

Happy Birthday to me!

Jero!

Jero! Hey!

Wake up! Jero!

What are you doing here?

You didn't answer my calls.

Jeronimo, wake up, brother!

How long have you

been drinking?

Ever since I woke up...

Today is my birthday, you know?

Really?

I left you several messages.

And tomorrow is

Tom's birthday.

I remember.

How can it be that

such different people

have birthdays

just one day apart?

You are of two different signs.

Yeah, that's what

Tom always said.

I guess to stand out

from me.

I think I'm going to

throw up...

Take a bath since

you are in there.

I made you coffee.

-I don't want any.

-It will do you good.

Nothing can do me good right now.

How long are you going

to be like this?

I don't know...

Forever?

What you have is

abstinence from sex.

I f*cked Pablo last night.

Pablito?

Really? You were keeping

secrets from me?

Did he nail you?

Or the other way around?

OK, don't get into details

but tell me, at least, how it went.

I couldn't stop thinking

about Tom while we were doing it.

I loved him, Esteban.

And he knew it perfectly.

I said it to his face.

I don't understand why

he had to be so cruel.

Because he is cruel.

And how am I?

Why did I fall in love

with a guy like that?

I'm not the best person

to talk about love.

But I can tell you...

you should throw

these shitty letters away.

Now I feel like

I can't stop.

I need to understand.

There is nothing

to understand.

Tom is a piece of sh*t.

That's the only thing

you have to know.

All of this was

like a game to him.

Maybe it was me...

You didn't do

anything wrong.

This relationship was

literally a game for him.

He says it clearly...

What do you mean?

Look.

Come on in...

Lunch is here.

They always make me

the same joke.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Do you want an Aperol?

Yes, thanks.

Make yourself comfortable.

Your house is beautiful.

It's actually Jero's.

But you live here too.

Tom doesn't feel

completely at home.

Look, I'm not even from here

and I already feel at home.

Bring the sparkling water.

You see?

Have you ever had a

threesome before?

You guys?

-Yes.

-No.

I don't want trouble.

-Everything is alright.

-It's the first one together.

-Whose idea was it?

-It was Tom's idea.

We kind of decided

it together.

You are strange.

You don't look like

a couple.

Thanks.

I was thirsty.

Shall we go

to the bedroom?

It's not true that

I had a threesome before.

I just wanted to know

what happened to me if I watched you

f*ck someone else.

Are you coming or not?

And the result, perhaps,

will surprise you.

I felt absolutely nothing.

Then the questions came:

What to do from now on?

Keep pretending that everything

is fine between us?

For now I need you and there

will be no changes to the plan.

But, the "Jero Project"

is coming to an end.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for

the next letter.

What for?

I need to understand

what the "Jero Project" is.

I didn't give you

the letter for this.

What did you give it

to me for, then?

So that you realize

that none of this makes sense.

Tom is sick.

This was all

a joke to him.

Okay. Help me search.

No, Jero.

You are as sick as he is

if you play along.

And who are you

to tell me that?

You are terrified of commitment.

You are going to die alone.

Who is sicker

of the two of you?

If you're not going

to help me find the letter,

I'd rather you go.

We only have to pretend

that this is normal

even though we both know

that this is the end

The two of them

had a good time.

I practically

did not participate.

I think I preferred to masturbate

watching a porn movie online...

Why are you telling me

all this?

Because you are

my friend.

But you know that I don't

understand anything you're doing.

-What do you mean?

-You never liked Jero.

-That is not true. At first...

-At first it was just sex.

Yes, but then I bet on

a relationship with him.

Bet? I didn't see you

making any bets.

We went to live together.

You know that doesn't

mean anything.

You just changed

your roommate.

Here, the important thing,

is knowing how you feel

about Jero.

I don't know.

What do you mean

"you don't know"?

You love him?

You hate him?

Are you indifferent?

I love to hate him.

What?

I like him, but I hate him

at the same time.

Leave him alone.

I can't.

Why?

He inspires me.

REMINDER: "TOM MARTINEZ'S BIRTHDAY"

I guess you're not calling

to wish me happy birthday.

Jero...

Why are you doing

this to me?

Did you finish reading

the letters?

Not yet.

Perhaps you will find

some answer

when you finish

reading them.

Or maybe not.

At times I didn't even know

why I did it.

But in the end

I found a reason.

It was useful to me.

Maybe you will find

some use for it too.

So far that

has not been happening.

Has anyone seen Tom?

How did you spend

your birthday?

Horrible.

Tom, come here,

you have to blow out the candles!

I have to go, Jero.

Wait!

Explain to me, at least,

what the "Jero Project" is.

Bye, Jero.

That's it guys!

Keep that rhythm.

10 more seconds.

Hey.

-Ah, how're you doing?

-Good.

Aren't you going to come

to class anymore?

Yes, I'll be back.

He asked me

about you today.

Why don't you go

say hello?

I better not.

We didn't finish well

the other night.

He seems like a good guy.

I don't think he's upset.

I actually came

to talk to you.

I wanted to apologize

for the other night.

It's okay.

You didn't say anything

that isn't true.

You neither.

Did you find

the damn letter?

Nothing.

But Q knows everything.

He says it there.

Would you come with me

to see "them"?

We are no longer

in contact.

But is he still

teaching here?

Yes, but I can be

next to a person

and still have

no contact.

You fought.

Doesn't he mention

our fight in the letters?

I haven't finished

reading them.

Can I give you

some advice, Jero?

Don't bother

reading them.

Burn them.

If you know something,

tell us

and save us

the mystery.

I'm not the one who has

to say something.

-Talk to Tom.

-He doesn't pick up.

Then forget it and

move on with your life.

You people are great.

You make all this mess

and then you want us

to forget about it.

First, don't put me

in the same bag

because I have nothing

to do with this.

In fact, this is exactly why

I had a fight with Tom.

Second, what do you mean

by "you"?

Let's go, Esteban.

You... "the poets"...

"the intellectuals"...

You think that, because

we have more muscles,

we are stupid.

"DETACHMENT"

You are not better

than us... or "they"...

or whatever "they" perceive

that "they" have in the as*h*le.

Okay. You better leave right now.

-You are going to kick me out?

-Yes.

No, well, I'm sorry...

I've waited for you

You were deceiving me

I just blushed

I could only ask you

I found you

I found you looking for me

I was so sad to know

You just had to make it right

I had to forget about you

What do I do with

the hat?

I hate that

you're leaving.

I still have parents.

What if you stay

for Christmas...

and spend New Year

with them?

I haven't seen

my parents all year.

My mom really wants us

to spend it together.

You know that if you asked me

I would accompany you, right?

I know practically nothing

about them.

I think I'd like

to meet your parents.

I'm not ready

to introduce someone

to my parents yet.

They are

very conservative.

And the town where

they live in...

It's okay.

I just wanted

to mention it.

I didn't buy you anything.

No matter.

Can I open it now or do I have

to wait until Christmas?

You won't be with me.

I don't care.

It is for you to write those

beautiful things that you write.

I love it. Thanks.

My parents are not

that conservative, actually.

They are Catholic and

go to mass every Sunday,

but they never had any

problems with my sexuality.

No, Jero.

They are not the reason why

I didn't invite you

to travel with me.

Take it with you.

I'm not going to wear it.

Then throw it away.

At home it will remind me

that you are not here.

You yourself are that cause.

I needed a

"Vacation from Jero".

A tourist package with

transportation and lodging...

anywhere in the world,

but far away from you.

No kiss?

I was so sad to know

You just had to make it right

I was so sad to know

I had to forget about you

I've waited for you.

You were deceiving me

I just blushed

I found you looking for me

I was so sad to know

You just had to make it right

I was so sad to know

I had to forget about you

Are you going to use it?

-What?

-The notebook...

Oh! Yes.

I thought you didn't use it

because you didn't like it.

I was saving it

for a special occasion.

I finish this and

go to the cross-fit class.

Dear Jero,

this is the last letter.

If you've read this far

I guess you must be

fed up with this.

So I'm going to do you

the great favor of being brief.

Today is our anniversary.

But also the day we will stop

being a couple

or what we are.

It wasn't all bad but,

at the same time,

it was never

quite right.

I want you to know that there

is nothing you could have done

to prevent this ending.

This was an end announced

from the very day we met.

You and I are

absolutely incompatible.

Our way of life and our interests

are opposite.

But I'm on

the right side.

I will always be

better than you.

You might wonder why

I was by your side for so long.

The answer is "art".

At some point in our story,

I discovered

that our differences

inspired me.

You were my muse

for a whole year.

I have to thank you for that

inspiration that I needed so much.

I thank you, too,

for the best sex of my life.

That is, perhaps, what I am going

to miss the most about you.

This is the last letter

although you will find others.

Those are there to keep you

from starting at the end.

Bye Jero.

I hope you don't hold

a grudge against me.

The end.

It's changed.

Last time I was here,

this looked like Gotham City.

I moved

some furniture around.

I see that,

but that's not all.

There is new energy.

Are you sure?

Let's go.

I love that more and more people

come to our meetings.

I'm very happy.

I take this opportunity

to apologize to the owners

of the saunas and glory holes

for stealing so many customers.

Today is an important day because

a friend is presenting a new book.

I'm very happy for him.

Ladies, gentlemen, and all people:

Tom Martinez.

Thanks. I hope you like

my new material.

You can buy the book

at the entrance.

The keys to your house

burn in my hand.

They mark my skin

erasing my fingerprints.

I know that I lose identity

by agreeing to go live with you.

I know that I also

lose dignity.

I do everything a desperate soul

does to avoid taking the deal.

I run away.

I let someone suck my d*ck

in my job's bathroom.

I use it as a last ditch attempt

to find a detour to my destination.

I improvise a new way back

to our "living place".

I call it that

to convince myself

that it is a property

and not a home.

I walk slowly as I explore

the pros and cons

of living together.

Right there, I face them

on a b*ttlefield.

An army made up

of the best sex of my life

and your well-formed body

faces infinite fighters

who bear the name

of each one of your defects.

Your superficial comments

hit your abs hard.

Your way of

"making love to me"

subdues the empty spaces

of your bookshelf.

Your cryptocurrencies

surrender

to the power of your

two Mounts Everest.

The battle between your defects

and your virtues is bloody.

Each troop resists

as they can.

I watch them attack each other

with indifference.

I enjoy seeing them wounded,

without strength.

I know I deserve someone

better than you.

I repeat like a mantra:

"I know I deserve someone

better than you."

A message from you

stops the battle...

Hi, love. The "chocotorta"

came out spectacular.

I was tempted and couldn't help

but eat half of it.

I'll have to push harder

tomorrow at cross-fit.

I am not ready.

I modify the path and

return to my own home.

My true home.

I lay the soldiers to rest

in their trenches.

Soon they will

meet again.

Let's go.

Jero!

Did you like it?

Does it matter?

I hope you understand

that it is art.

Art, my ba*ls!

m*therf*cker!

I'm not talking

to you, monkey.

Go away.

Wait for me

outside, please.

Deep down I like

that you came.

I take that as a sign

that you don't hold

a grudge against me.

You're confused.

I came to return

the letters.

They are yours.

In your farewell letter

you told me

that I was going to see

myself reflected in them.

I already did my part.

Now it's your turn to

look at yourself in them.

-Bye!

-Take a book.

No, thanks.

I've put you in the "acknowledgment".

None of this would

have been possible without you.

I insist.

What good sex we had.

If one day you stop

hating me

and want to do it again,

let me know.

I don't hate you Tom.

I pity you.

"DETACHMENT"

How did it go?

Perfect.

-Are you going to tell me?

-Nope.

I hate you.

Did you see

how cute Q was?

Would "they" be cool

if I invite "them" out?

You should try it.

But would it be cool?

HELLO!

HELLO!

DID YOU FIND OUT?

WHAT?

WHAT HAPPENED

WITH YOUR EX.

YES.

YOU OVER HIM, THEN?

YES.

DO YOU LIKE APEROL?

-Pablo!

-Hello!

What are you

doing here?

You promised me

an Aperol.

May I come in?

Come in.

It was you all this time?

Yes.

We were talking

all this time.

I can't believe it.

-But...

-The magic of social media.