She stroked my face with her soft and delicate hands, looked at my eyes and told me all the interplanetary, with the lyrics of her songs managed to conquer all those who listened, and in just one day iy managed to conquer me.
My mind returned to my childhood, everything happened so fast that I did not know what happened to me, I looked at her and I said I found something special as I found her in my trendy mind, it was a bit silly going to buy an ice cream just to listen to her voice, for That I could see her and knew there I was.
And with a twisted voice until I could say what I owed, my senses became exacerbated, the hairs put on end, my heart began to beat very fast, and my cheeks flushed. I noticed the beautiful earrings that she was wearing and stuttering, I said,
"Your earrings are very beautiful."
She smiled and with my heart beating a thousand beats per second turned her back and sat down just as she saw me working, with hundreds of things to tell her I did not know how to do it, she was playing a magical spell that I had no idea how to defend myself.
It was there when I stood up from the bench in which I was sitting and with my body felt like beaten off and the face of horror I approached her, when I approached, with all the Penalty of the world and with the thought that she would tell me no, I said,
"I would like to invite you for ice cream"
And then laughingly she told me, I thought you would never ask me !! I felt at another level, it was at that time that my grief disappeared and it was the first moment I laughed next to her.
Returning away from her's, we move away from the meetup as we talked, and while we laughed at the night, she favored me, the crickets began to sing and the only thing that was heard was the sound of the cars pass.
She managed to capture my image in a photo, in a story, the story that was about to start, and while we kept laughing, it was time to say goodbye, her voice still rumbles in my head, and that "I had a good time tonight" and "I see you tomorrow" the Karma arrived and seeing her walk as she entered her house, this black and white photo shone again with the moonlight.
Since then I remember that day that was the booked boy, that boy who left notes in her window because I was afraid to face her, that boy who finally had courage and I invited her of ice cream, the boy who is about to change his story.
