Hi, Y'all!

I'm still alive and here goes another one for you.

I'm working on You must be her and TAILS, ie these will be the next updates.


You met her in the subway on a summer morning. She was the first pretty girl you'd ever pay attention to in that crazy new city so different from your quiet life at suburban Austin. She had spoken to you a bunch of senseless things for less than twenty seconds and then had walked away leaving you puzzled and wanting to know her a little bit more. You'd met her best friend on that same trip when she'd accidentally fallen on your lap, something so awkward for you two. You totally should have fallen in love with the owner of those lovely brown eyes, you had really tried and even thought that you had, but, actually, you didn't.

Her best friend is like that comfortable morning sun that fills you with energy and makes you yearn for good, positive things. Her friend would be that light and refreshing rain on a hot summer day when you can see a rainbow forming in the sky. As for her, she is like a storm, a windstorm, a tornado that suddenly comes in unannounced and takes everything, leaving you without action, not knowing what happened and what to do after it. If she were a sun she would be the one on the hottest day of summer, she would be that midday sun who laughs as it burns your skin mercilessly, and the only thing left is to wait for something to soothe it.

You met her in that Monday morning on the subway and you fell in love with her at sunset on a spring day her most fave moment of the day, right at that moment that she says everything turns to gold. You fell for her at that moment when her gray-blue eyes became so deep and her golden wavy hair was dancing gleefully in the wind while she was concentrating on another of her paintings. You could swear that you had never seen anything so beautiful as she was right there and at that moment you would like to have as much talent as she has because if you had it, you would like to capture that precious moment and keep it forever with you.

She said she will never stay, it's in her DNA, just like her father who had left her and her mom when she was just a four-year-old girl and had never bothered to call to say he was alive. You told yourself that it was a lie, you knew she would come back, just like the sun whom always comes back day by day, even when it is hidden by the denser clouds you always know that it will be there. You told her that she wasn't like her father, she had taken after her mom's strength and ability to love, so she had laughed because she did not believe in love, at least not for someone like her.

You met her on the subway on a summer morning; you fell in love with her at sunset on a spring day and she left you on a cloudy winter day.


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