Prologue
Prologue
I leaned against the rail outside his classroom, watching him pack his books into his backpack through the distant glass window.
The love I have for him is truly indescribable.
Every moment, from the day I had stared deep into his small but big beautiful eyes, the slightly pointy nose and his plump fresh red lips, my heart began to melt the cold hatred I had for so long kept within myself, into a warm flowing river glistening with sparkles from the sun’s rays.
In that moment, I had asked myself why I ever thought of not wanting him. Why I ever thought of not wanting to meet his eyes. To hold him, to touch him, to hug him. Why I ever thought of wanting to leave him. Far away, where I will never meet him again.
But what I had planned, never worked within its will.
As if God didn’t want me to become even more of a cold person than I already was. Or maybe God didn’t want me to regret anything anymore than what I have already regretted.
The longing hours which use to pass by slowly before I had met him were the days in which I use to drag my feet along with no sense of energy left within me, no colours visible within my sight; no life.
But that all changed when he wrapped his tiny hand against my large finger. The once dark surroundings that I had lived in suddenly, but slowly began to paint itself with its matching colours. A sign of life began to beat again as the pieces of my scattered heart starts to reconcile and stitch itself with each other again. The darkness that devoured my soul, slowly beaming the light it should have been.
I was, I felt happy again.
