Marco and Sara had been dating for several years, from the time they started university.
For him the spark had started from the first time he had met her, at the end of the first lesson in the large classroom full of yet unknown people. Chirping indeed like a sparrow, she was talking like a stream in flood, with a small group around her which he had willingly joined, almost out of necessity, attracted by a mysterious force. Perhaps it was the beauty of her eyes - one of them very particular, with a two-tone iris - and her sincere smile; or perhaps it was the sweet timbre of her childish voice; and everything she said made him think to a child on her first school day.
“She’s the one,” Marco thought immediately. But perhaps instead of thinking it he heard it from a little voice inside hims
