I have never thought my spirit would play with me like a fool. I've always joked a lot, not realizing how many risks I took doing so. And bloody shit, I've risked a lot. One day it might happen. And when I felt your lips for the very first time, your body was attached to mine. It was like I was feeling an Italian dew of somewhere in Firenze or a high tower in Rome, without actually having been there. For the first time I felt a balanced warmth. It was not too cold or too anxious, burning. It was just hot. And rolling in the deep I know a lot of stuff (really). I understand that I may be not that interesting. It's ok, I haven't lived enough. I know love exists and makes people happy. I understand Love after all. And I also know that truly passion hurts as well. I took a leap in the dark and only the mirror saw me. I accepted what I was feeling. I had just made up my mind and taken a decision I reckoned being one of the most important in my life. It turned out not to be. Only time can synchronize my heart again now it is in pieces.
