Remember me like this: honest, thoughtful and happy.
Only one night spent together, hearing the sound of the waves crashing on the sand.
Fingers, slowly greeting each other on a track, the doors of life open countless times. And closed.
Since then I have read you many times, among the lines of the books that I have most loved.
And you looked for me so many times, in the eyes of honest, thoughtful and happy girls you met.
Hoping to hear that voice that had narrowed your throat at first glance.
It was yours. Even if only for that one wonderful, unbearable night.
