Convinced that she is the only one made for me, I want to see her again, I do not know who she is, and I did not ask her, she left too soon.
The destiny reserves us fortunately funny coincidences. There's this jealous possessive guy whom asks me to help him offering him a coffee on the terrace of the corner. It monitors its beautiful, he is convinced that she is cheating, she should get to work in the fast food within a minute, if she does not spiel off him. Bizarre, bizarre, he sees her and asks me to accompany him. But this is my Empress, devil, that guy is not easy.
I find myself in a situation of more obscure. I do not care, if it's her, I have to save her from this idiot. But she knows nothing of my feelings, how to make her understand? I decided to besiege her job place, she will come out once, even until the closing. She goes along with her colleagues, they go for a drink in honor of the birthday of one of them. She asks me to come back another time. My heart is torn by doubts and desires, and if I were making myself a movie?
We find ourselves more often, for bike rides, conversations in a park, a movie, a restaurant, and I still have nothing declared her. She tells me about her studies in letter, her passion for theater, of that jealous guy whom can not love her as she deserves, she finally left him, but he's threatening her after already battered. She invited me to come and celebrate her new flat. All her friends are here and I feel isolated, she comes to me and does not leave me all the evening, but I am as up statues close to her, of course I move, I dance, I enjoy, but I can not get close enough to her to make her understand my emotions due to her aura. And her, what does she feels?
We do projects together, I'll put on stage in a play that I wrote for her. One of my friends asked us to turn his short film where I'm supposed to embody the femininity of the man, then she will embody masculinity of the women. His dialogues are twisted and we struggle to carry on, when comes the kissing scene ...
This will be our first physical intimacy, under the gaze of a red camera betasecam.
For the first time since a long time the life seems me so simple, I told her my love by drawing a picture of us entering a sort of abandoned chapel in a clearing. She replied by sending me a postcard of a young couple holding a baby in their arms. Following the same premonitory dream, we decided to marry freely, without city hall or church, just organizing a barbecue for our families and friends, we will leave for a honeymoon trip on white horses.
That's what we promised, but first we need to manage our respective studies, she left six months in Scotland, I have not received my scholarship, I will go to her return. This is crazy since we live together, events keep us away from each other. Until my return from England, where I can not find anything about her in our place, she just left a green plant. I do every thing as possible with her friends and family, nobody wants to tell me anything, only another idiot confessing me an affair he had with her during my stay abroad.