My dear me, the invisible

Lesson XV: Long live

Lesson XV: Long live.

I never fell in love. I have never experienced butterflies in my stomach or the famous "electric shock" all over my body. But I have trembled at the touch of him. It was something unplanned, we met in a vague and vain way while waiting in line at the bank. I watched him for a time in a shameless way because I did not care that he discovered me, indeed. I wanted to be discovered just to… be seen by him.

He was much older than me of course, not old enough to be my daddy. Tall, robust and with a face mature and cured enough to make me turn around. It was before my eyes like a vintage piece lost in time.

We exchanged glances for a moment that seemed to me eternal and he looked away first, I assumed it was my fault since according to what I had heard about me, I had a very penetrating and sharp shine in my eyes. I didn't care, I kept seeing him as a bloody stalker and when I thought it would be the last time fate or the s**t that moves us between chance would see him, he decided to punch me in the face.

I knew his name. He knew mine. We met.

And for a weekend he made me feel alive.

As I once told him: I do not believe in souls, nor in hearts. But if I had one to offer… I would terribly think that you only came to me to take it with you.

Because after that I knew what it was like to fall from so high. But damnit if it didn't, I'd go back to him