NOT SURE REAL

Let me start this paper with a photo, because there is something I have to pour out of the head. Sometimes the photo is more representative of the story. But what's the meaning of a photo I took from a height three months ago?

There is no.

But being there, when I took the photo, I'm with you. The woman who invited me to play the taste, the woman who from her hand was born hundreds of stories. Where did I start the story? Name? You need a name?

Yes, his name is Heaven. As the name implies, I'm not sure he's from the earth. The height? No higher than me. 160's possible. The look? Ordinary, but his smile is fun. The laughter is moreover, crunchy.

I met Heaven in a very small corner of town. Yes you know, like the stories on FTV, where everything is plotted so well. I was sitting right by the window, looking out, as Heaven came and sat beside me. She just sat there, unceremoniously, without a smile here and there. He sits down and gets busy with his gadget.

Sky? At that moment, as I looked at you who sat beside me, humming in a crisp voice while closing my eyes without caring about it, maybe it was the moment where I fell. Your voice really took me to either of us. Yes, I fell on your voice. Then, I fall more and more when you look at me who is staring at you in silence. A moment later, you laugh. A crisp laugh. And without warning, you thrust your hand.

That's our first meeting. If you think about it now, it's like watching FTV. Not sure what