My sweet condemnation... Part 1

          From an unknown and uncertain but captivating world; I get caught up in his world, in his ideas, without knowing his gaze, without even knowing his perfume, you know, the typical things to which we say: Charm at first sight, I only have a few messages a day, more than normal being frank, to then become that need that you lack of night to sleep happy, that complements your morning with a simple good morning on that screen inexpressive.

          After several weeks of talking, starting with a simple ''game'' or maybe curiosity; I often think that it would have happened if that boy hadn't come through that door in my work, a crossing of words without details, let's say ''normal'' without ulterior motives that I find even fanciful in this adventure, I felt a certain strange and unreal attraction for me towards a stranger who captivated me with his peculiar and uncommon way of writing making me feel that I didn't converse with anyone, he used to read me almost perfectly that in a certain way scared me when he entered into my life. Was it real? Fictitious?

          What a peculiar way of capturing all my attention, anyone would call me crazy until I think about it from time to time. What do we seek or what do I seek? An adventure? Love? I don't even know the answer myself.

         I let myself be carried away to think so much if being a woman does not make us perfect, we are just two human beings so illusory without taking care that after all, there may be a broken heart and most likely, the safest ... THAT is mine.

This story will continue...