The word Butterfly rings a bell. Because In a way, that word brings back memories of my childhood, happier moments... That are not clear in my mind...
My face turns to the color of a sketchbook page, I slowly turn to look at him. If it's him, then what I heard last night is true, it wasn't my imagination. Matthew, I need someone to slap me hard because I don't think I'm understanding everything very well.
“You… you are…” I look stupid: “Why didn't you tell me? You're the boy from my school, the boy I spent every recess together with.”
With a whisper, Matthew says: “I thought you remembered me, I thought that when I recognized you.”
“You were older than me, I thought you were already in a nursing home… I never knew…”
I was in a trance, was it always him? The boy who stole my first kiss
