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Just thinking about what I'm going to write to try to portray our meeting yesterday I'm already excited. So much so, the co-worker just asked why I was red. Truly, describing yesterday would require words from people far more talented than me to simply make an impression, at most create a sketch, a rough draft, a rehearsal, than how I felt - feeling that still reverberates today, as if you still was present. Even because until now I still do not quite understand what happened and is happening. It seems that I returned to my thirteenth birthday when I had my, until then, more intense passion. This is it! I feel my heart violently awake after all this time asleep. I do not want it to end ever!

Holding me in the momentary gravity of his arms, I let myself go, without ground and area. Contrary to any boundary we flew together, fate? Only the two of us know. As I zipped the white dress and wondered if it was enough for our date, the anxiety consumed me. Affected awakened, stares, I mad and numb with his presence. And reliving in thoughts all the moments of that night, replaying in my subconscious, again and again, I feel in a loop of exuberant happiness, entranced by the overwhelming desire and inebriated by the memory of his smile, his smile is where I I find myself and where at the same time I get lost. Such a perfect revelation ...