Imagine I met your boyfriend

She was bright from afar, dressed in a red shirt, looking like the one Powell wore before us, looking for something she didn't know what she was, I was watching.

The reddish of the coldness of the place stands shouldering her arm with each other I started to get closer I did not notice my presence I wonder what i indulge this head to think in it increased my steps and I felt warmly emanating from inside my heart specifically eager to see her features up close and finally I arrived I only felt in her lap trembling as if the whole coldness of the place had come to me.