The girl with the red dress.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months into years. Decades. Milleniums. All in one second, as all our moments flashed by.

She was the type one craved, like a boy that wanted some ice cold jelly after a long, tiring and warm day at school. The refreshing kind. The one you could pack your thoughts, feelings and pure honesty onto. One with a golden heart and an inexplicable, but yet mesmerising soul.

Boom! Instantly I snap out of the romantic adventure. I hear loud noises.

"Wake up, wake up!" , my alarm shouts. "It's 7 am, you can't be late again."

I rush, grabbing any clothes I can find.
Brushed my teeth, cleansed my face, finished up within 5 minutes. Blue Monday, here I come, I thought. Off to work I went. Psychology has always been my passion, I think that's why I always over think certain situations or create mysterious dreams or moments. Ones I never encountered in my own reality. I just wanted to get home, I adored sleeping, more than any other human in the history of our memorable universe.

I took one last sip of my warm and sugar sweet tea, followed by my shower. I am ready for yet another 10 hour romantic adventure, I thought.

She grabs my hand, and for a moment I lose track of time. I could stare at her for centuries. She reminded me of a masterpiece that only comes along once in a blue moon, once in every lifetime. And in this lifetime, I was her artist. In my imagination I put her to life, with the most colourful of colours and the most in depth descriptions. In my dreams, she lived. And in her love, I believed.

It was that night she caught my eye. My whole immune system evaporated, as I struggled to breathe. I was a prisoner in my own words. I couldn't utter a single sound. I felt embarrassed. Even babies make sounds when they are born, I thought. I wondered what her voice sounded like, how soft and silky her hair felt, the way her lips moved and the moment she would make eye contact with me. Maybe like those princesses in the kiddies books, where everything of her is perfect, elegant and priceless.

The hall was crowded, but somehow I just saw her. She stood out, like a star in the Milky Way. I moved closer to witness her with my very own eyes. It was too good to be true, I thought. But there she was...

The girl with the red dress.

Good evening, I said. The name is Raphaël, pleasure to meet you.

Bonsoir Monsieur. Un plaisir de vous rencontrer, je suis, Gabrielle.

I felt the chills rush down my spine. It was in that moment that I had absolutely nothing to say, but also wanted to express every single feeling, in that exact moment, within me.

That was the beginning of something bewildering and astonishing. In that exact moment I started to live, I now had a reason why.

We met every single night, had unforgettable and startling moments together. We then got married in Paris, France, as I proposed to her in the elevator as we toured The Eiffel Tower. Started a family, travelled the world and simply loved life. That was the day my life changed forever.

This was my reason why I could not wait to get home from my normal 9-5 occupation. I just wanted to get home, into my bed, so that I could continue my love story. In reality I was alone. My house was never my home. But with her, I felt loved, cared for and every single moment spent together was unique and worth a king's ransom.

My life was worth living again.

I am not a writer, nor a charming gentleman or an artist. I was just an abandoned typical Spaniard, that fell in love at a wedding with a French girl that wore a red dress.