Are connected themselves, more than ever. My head is exploding as a bomb and my stomach is scrambled. While i feel you’re embracing me so tight, i whisper you ‘What i’ve seen last night, it made me imagined this scenario’.
“We are two creatures of habit. We are goers the same bar. We have seen eachother, but we didnt ever present eachtoher. We have had shared some little shy smiles.
I didnt ever separated by my diary, where i write each thing, above all my feelings. In this bar i meet some cool people, but when you enter in, the other people, slowly disappears. Usually i place myself in a little corner, where i have a wide visual of the bar. That night the bar, was a little bit full more than usual.
I have had always problems to walk, so slowly i have walked trou the bar. To reach my little corner i had to pass next to you. My heart exploded till die. I have close my eyes, took a deep breath, and make me courage to goes on. Our eyes met, you have shy smile me. This was the millionth shy smile we had shared one of another. What i thought when you have smile me it has been ‘Oh my!’ As far i could, i ran, but in that goofy ran, i fallen on the floor, and my diary has fly in the air. My face is became all red, i wanted only bury myself. The people in the bar have seen the whole scene and they has started to look at me, someone whispering, others laughing.
I tried to stand up myself. But the only help hand i have had, it has been yours. In that touch, something has made clicked. You gently asked me ‘Is it all ok?’. Breathless i was able only to shake my head. Sweetly you have take me my hand and you have help me to stand up. With the other, you’ve collected my diary, and your eyes have paused on a poem i wrote**
You have accompanied me to my table, assuring yourself that everything was ok. A little hesitant, you were leaving me. But right after, you have stopped yourself, to back to me. Sweetly, you have asked me ‘Can i sit with you for a little?’ And from that istant, it has began our story.”
Daria
& it continues at the end of the 7th part
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