I'll tell you a secret, she was from the pile, yes, she was part of a group, it was a different group, but a group at last. She had no more light, she did not shine more than other, she was not the special one around, but even so, she was the only one I enjoyed losing myself, far from being the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, she attracts my attention, the look of a single man in love was not enough for his feminine whimsy! The tortuous path that I had to travel to accompany him (metaphorically) ... Silences, his indifference, her ego ascents. Everything that made me question me "do I really want this?" It was worth every second. Because although it does not stand out, because although it does not have a different brightness, because even being part of a group where they all look similar, it is my desert rose, the ash that falls on my wool, a dry petal in spring. She is…. Simply She
