After I kissed him, I didn't dare myself to stay, I preferred to run out of there at the major speed I could just like I got there, and so I did, soaking wet uniform, my heartbeat quickening each step I took while I sprinted my way back home, my thoughts were changing each time my heartbeat echoed in my ears, Marco, love, connection, mystery, love, destiny, I fell in love, first kiss, butterflies in my belly, my other half.

That was it, in repeat those words kept going on and on in my head until I couldn't hear heartbeat in my ears nor my footsteps as I ran under the rain.

I kissed him, I liked him and still didn't say so, I did a thing that needed at least some sort of explanation and yet, I gave none at all.

The next week I was collecting courage to go there again, Maria's Coffee, where I met him, I knew I wasn't going to be able to speak at all, so the next day after I met him, I started some love letters, they all seemed cheesy or idiotic, even if I didn't like them, I kept them, I wanted to remember this, for the rest of my life even if it was just some stupid hormonal change at that time, I wanted oh so bad to tell him.

All of those letters, it didn't matter how embarrassing they were, they were precious to me and I saved them in a red cardboard box with a label that said "Polo", it was a weird tag, but I gave it a meaning after writing for the fifth time a love letter that said I love him and how no never depart from his side, that I hope that whenever I yell his name he can yell back my name and I'll always stay by his side, that it didn't matter if it were good or bad times, that it wasn't just a crush neither the spur of the moment, I meant it with my whole being and I wanted him by my side just as much as I wanted to stay by his, the redundant and repetitive card gave me the idea of calling my red box full of envelopes that said "To: Marco From: Jean", "Polo" like the game or whoever you call the thing when someone yells "Marco" and the other shouts back "Polo", it melded perfectly with my wish of him answering me back, this box wasn't "Jean's" or "Marco's" this was a strange red cardboard box title "Polo" cause it meant the other side, he wasn't the opposite from me, he was just the end of the thread I needed to follow to find my soul mate, or so I thought when I was just some sixteen year old boy and I highly think so now and then.

One of the last sketches of my confession letters that I wrote back then, I read it every once in a while, it says:

"Marco:

I cannot fathom into actual spoken words how much you have captivated me, when I saw you smile at me for the first time my heart actually jumped a bit, at the time you saw me crying in front of the shop, I thought I was cursed and I would never be able to love someone again, and that's when I met you. Your welcoming smile and heartwarming eyes, the melodic tone of your voice as it spoke, which doesn't lack emotion at all, it even drips affection and heartfelt sensations that get through your ears and make you feel loved or wanted, maybe even both, in my case, all of these small features you had just the first minutes I met you were enough to make me fall head over heels for you, thanks to you instead of feeling lost and misunderstood I found magic and the illusion of love, thank you really Marco Bodt, I love you.

It doesn't matter if you don't love me back, but I want you to know that whenever you feel down for any sort of reason, remember, there is someone in this world that loves you for who you are and it doesn't need to be only me, I bet there are lots of people that love you, and I hope you are notified in this so you never feel down.

If you don't love me back, I hope that the person you love, loves you back, and loves you just as much as you love them. I wish the best for you, now and in the future, even if the latter doesn't include me, sorry for stealing a kiss from you, it may have been unexpected or a surprise and I'm grateful for your peck in my lips, it took me back even more than the moment I realized what I had done, you are adorable, gorgeous, beautiful and perfect to me in every aspect, no matter what you do no matter how little I've know, I feel it in the bottom of my heart how much happiness you brought to me in one rainy day, and I wish with my whole being you get to be happy, and you deserve it.

Thanks for the new emotions you have given me in a day, the moments I will carry on with me forever, even if we don't stay together, but before anything else happens in this time and place, I want to say more than anything.

Marco Bodt, ¿Would you go out with me?"

And that's where the letter ended, it was repetitive most of them were, all of the "Polo's" box letters said "I love you" and "I wish the best for you" constantly in subtle ways or directly.

The letter I decided to deliver and wait for an answer, was the one that never got to its addressee was the one I poured my heart into, and when I didn't get the chance to deliver it, I kept it in a place where it wouldn't be just another letter, I kept it where it never be confused, I kept it always with my most precious belongings, no matter where I went, I kept it with me.

And if you wondered why I couldn't deliver that one special letter, was because the moment I was brave enough to walk all the way to the coffee shop wearing my school uniform and still carrying my backpack so I didn't chicken out, was because the moment I stood in front of the coffee shop, it said it was closed, and I wasn't going to be back to business, so closed mean closed forever until someone else rented the place.

And that was when I came to realize I wouldn't be able to see Marco again, I didn't knew which school he went to, the guy didn't even had a facebook, or any social media account with his actual name, so where the fuck am I supposed to find him.

The red thread is not visible! And I that must be the con of the magic tale of finding your soul mate, and I hated it.

I'm uploading right after finishing the chapters so when Tuesday begins it may not be as how it is now, also, reviews are highly likeable and accepted.