Somebody, nobody. Part I

It was a very hot room, it was really hot. I remember most of the picture, the room, the shelves, the drawers, the towers of Cd's, I also remember you, lying next no me, rubbing my hair.

Those memories are beautiful, I don't love you anymore as I used to, but I still remember you as one of the most shocking people I've ever met.

The day we met? I can't recall. But honestly, who cares? You, there, looking at me was just awesome. You were my teenage love, the real one or at least the very best at that age. I loved you, I did, and my love for you was strong and reliable.

(First Part)