She was pretty and not exactly the kind of stereotype shown in the magazines, all curves and surgeries if not the conventional way, real and human in which a woman is designed, so beautiful, so natural, more delicate type a rose petal falling and more fragile than one of those porcelain dolls that are accommodated on the shelves of toy stores with the slightest of touches may break, her cheeks had that peculiar pinkish marks innocence.
Always eh he said that the world is going to beat the time you make sometimes life gives unexpected changes and rarely humans stop to see what's around them and admire the smallest things that cause happiness because we are so focused on our habits that we forget completely, unfortunately my time was marked by a clock every morning showed 6:00 am wrapped in a routine that consisted of a shower, taxi, work and Starbucks coffee.
Coincidentally that morning had lifted me thirty minutes later the clock, rushed try to take a taxi but none to stop, panicked and nervousness that caused me not come at the set time at the office I decided to give me a run in the strip and unknown causes my portfolio fell freeing leaves harbored inside.
When I saw her ... she was in one of these libraries, hidden among the shelves of a book in his hands he had to cover a blue butterfly in a jar, it read "Beautiful Disaster" and boy, that disaster caused in me, hoping marked in his eyes and the gleam in them approached the book to her face and absorbed the aroma that this goodbye, I look longingly for a few minutes as if to say mentally "I promise I will ever be back and I will take with me "with that it returned back to his place and left the library empty promise.
Since that day I have never been so grateful nohaber heard the alarm in time.
Who knew that by getting up later that day, would find?
