The honey of the most beautiful flower.

What do you want me to tell you? Yes, she for me was and will always remain different and unique to others.

I can never forget the first day I saw her. I remember how those honey-colored eyes would pass me by and touch my soul, I felt that she was looking at me and nobody else, is it wrong to feel that?

I also remember how he moved his beautiful hair danced to the beat of the wind of that beautiful autumn afternoon, the day was cold, but still felt that warmth that came from you.

Oh My little wild flower, the one that is even more beautiful and delicate than the rest, that you feel the need to cut it and take it with you, place it in a glass box and watch it all day without any rest.

I remember that day in that park where I saw you first, I could not stop looking at you thinking like a day would be with such a beautiful creature, I remember seeing and wanted to go to her and say something, but I was a coward not being able to do it , could not or did not want?, I will never know the true answer to that question.

That day I could only see you walk away more and more, I felt like my heart was moving away from my chest next to you. The next day I went to the same park at the same time I saw her for the first time 8:45am, I do not know if you were there just because your bus did not arrive or just to spend some time listening to the birds that flew back to their nests , at that very moment I felt like my heart was coming back to my chest, I saw you sitting there again I saw those honey colored eyes with which I had dreamed the whole night, I returned to see that dance to his hair to meet the wind, I wanted to be able to dance with you , after 15 minutes he walked away from me and again felt my heart moving away from my chest. I admit that every day at 6:45 I was going to visit that Park and every day I saw that beautiful creature, many call me crazy as I dreamt of someone I had only seen, who had never spoken or anything like that.

For a whole week I watched from afar, I could not say or do anything to be noticed even.

As I passed that week I finally decided to talk to her, I had an engineered plan that in my imagination seemed perfect, that afternoon I went at the same time and sat in the usual place, I saw her arrive and was determined to go to her and talk to her but at that moment I felt like my Heart broke, a guy came and sat next to her, I saw them kissing, touching, stroking, writhing in pain to see them together, thinking that it should be me, not support it anymore and decided to go to that place that was already frightening.

I walked back home with those horrible images of her the love of my life in the hands of another, I was disgusted that someone like her was with that brute, the boy seemed that typical athlete who was pure muscle and no brains, as I hated that kind of guys , being at home, I decided that if I couldn't be with that fragile creature, I wouldn't let anyone hurt him.