paradise circus.

she wakes up in the middle of the night. the mosquitoes are thirstier than ever - she thought.

he wakes up half across the world. it’s not the same time.

six and a half months ago they had gone to a huge concert, as a gift from him to her, you know, for valentine’s day and their anniversary. six and a half months later he was writing these memories.

“a la vera, de mi rio” he thought. while they walked away from what had been a great, no, a perfect day they held hands and loved each other.

it had already been a year when he was worried what to get for her on the previous valentine’s day. he didn’t even know that one day later his life would get completely different, in a good way.

he’s now taking a test. these damn questions are really difficult. suddenly he feels something vibrating on his pocket - his cell phone. i can’t pick it up - he thinks. then it was vibrating again, and again. this must be something important - teacher! can i go to the batroom? as he walked down the stairs he picked it up and shouted, wait! but the call was gone.

twelve hours later he is writing about this. he doesn’t want to forget anything about her. she gives him such good feelings and moments that he wants them to be there forever, write ‘em all down on paper.

beach. sand, quad bikes and your lover. the perfect weekend. that was almost a year and three months ago. that time when they got to know each other in a different way. a more - let’s say intimate way. they ate pizza and watched tv. they swam and they drowned.

two months ago. the same formula. this time it was different, it was all about those last moments together, and enjoying them as much as they could. tennis, walking, bicycles. for the first time they slept together on the same bed, at least for a moment and it was the best sleep they have ever had.

their best week - so far - came fifty five days ago. sometimes you know that its worth it, sometimes you know why you fought all this time. these five days were the answer. it was almost like we were one soul, one body trapped together in an eternal dance of life.

12.57 a.m. this is the first day of my life.