Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass. Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump. My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my first love.