Dark room on the bottom floor... you're sitting a few chairs from me during 2 hours that were probably the most fugitive of my life. Eyes watching, lips smiling, heads fearfully turning around and those polka dots socks of yours.
Why is it that you passed me that note? As much as I thought, there was no guessing, curiosity left me numb so I had to find out.
Outside Don Quijote's chamber, the moon kept gazing upon myself, steps were silently approaching on the green narrow path and while the wind was notifying me of your presence, my thoughts would not stop rambling. I don't know who you are, I have never saw you before in my life, but my arms can't help but wander around your neck, my eyes are studying every line of your face and these lips long for the warmth of yours. Something dragged us both to this place and neither of us knew why but it was of no importance. "Hold my hand" you said, and I knew from that moment that I would never let go. No thoughts, no remorse, not even a gleam of repentance, our steps guided us inside the sacred building. Stories of never ending happiness, scents of flaming passion, pages of invented romance, our bodies no longer lost but at last found, all of this scattered around the room.
Often it happens that life plays unimaginable tricks, it leads you to places just to show you that you are to find your own path and your own desires, so don't question it, just let yourself be carried away. We might not always know what we want but when we do, why won't we act?
If you were certain I'd be waiting for you, would you hesitate to find me?
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