Tales of time

Michelle

Michelle

    The moon was shy and so was she. Her face was lit by street lights, neon signs against the dark sky seemed to open portals to another dimension, being with her was magical.

    Michelle opened her purse and looked for her disposable camera, she wanted to take a picture to remember the moment. We stopped a stranger who was passing by on the street and asked him to take a picture of us. We posed in front of a decoration store that exactly represented Michelle's personality, feminine but dark and powerful, you can say that she stands out wherever she goes.   

    Her black dress was perfect on her body, the boots she wore made her clothes more robust, the makeup was subtle, regardless of the red lipstick she wore.   

    Of course, my choice of clothes was not as good as hers, but I think I looked fine for someone who was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt.   

    We walked for a little after dinner and went to a park, I had never been there during the night it was beautiful, gloomy, but beautiful. We sat down on a bench facing the lake, I couldn't help look at her, her side profile seemed to have been drawn. Over time we talked about almost everything, our taste in music was very similar.   

    It was time to say goodbye, she called a lift and I took the metro. When I got home it was undeniable that her scent was trapped in my clothes, the fragrance was sweet and had a calming effect on me. Time seemed to pass by me without leaving any trace of its existence, it was too late. While lying in bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, I remembered every detail of our night, I had never been so happy.

    Maybe I do like girls.