...and only with one look...

What was I doing there? Actually, I didn't want to go to that party, but my relationship wasn't in the best moment and I was determined to break up with her. In addition, someone very important to me told me that I shouldn't lock myself in myself and that I should go out and meet people, so I did it.

And there I was, in a chinese restaurant, with my classmates making me drink to forget for one night all my problems. Normally, I use to refuse that solution, but that was a special night, something was going to happen, and I didn't going to avoid it, I was only let it to happen.

After a couple of hours the dinner was finished and all of us went to a disco. My friend and I ordered a gintonic (I will be grateful to it for a very long time...) and go to dance for a while...I must say that I am a desaster dancing! And there she was...dancing with her roommates. She looked very beautiful that night...what am I saying? She is very beautiful, always...but that night...I felt something drawing me to her. And I didn't want to stop that sensation.

I was talking with my friend, and, on an impulse, I turned toward her and I offered her a sip of my drink. She took the slice of lemon and we struck up conversation. After that I only remember going with her ​​looking for her roommate on the dance floor ... feeling her hands on my waist ... taking her hands, turning around to her and kissing her. In those moments I didn't think about anything else. It was so spontaneous...

So here I am, writing about the night that I kissed you for the first time...thanks to that lemon...thanks to you, to be there that night, because there are a lot of things that I want to tell you, but I'm scared. I'm scared of my own feelings, scared because I know that you are growing up inside my heart, and only with one look you can tell me much more than any other person....Scared because both of us know that there are a lot of posibilities that we had to say goodbye...but even so, I risk.