Prologue

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I don't know what's wrong with me. As far as I know, I wasn’t born with an illness, and I didn't even suffer any accident that let me with strange and unpleasant scars. But I can not escape from the thought that there must be a defect in me. Not one, several!

That must be it, or how explain the fact that my relationships never work out fine?

Why my very few boyfriends never had fallen deeply in love with me the same way I had fallen for them? Why my relationships (as if I can call those as relationships) hadn’t gone longer than miserable weeks?

Maybe I should listen to what Pam and Kelly tell me. Whether joking or alerting, I don’t know, the truth is that from some time on they started to say that it’s written in my forehead something like: “Come on in, stay as long as you want and, most important, make a real mess!”.

I confess I’m starting to think they are right.

Yes, that’s the only explanation!

Because just something like this can explain how easy they come into my life, mess it all up and leave…

And all without even being sorry!

The hardest thing, although, isn’t dealing with the coming and going. The most complicated is to realize that all this mess just happens because I give them the key, I open the door and even offer them coffee.

Oh, but this is changing!

Yes, it is!

“You got a new message” a Facebook notification pops up on my phone.

Rafael is online and, best of all, he wants to talk to me.

What now?

What do I say?

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