"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

How he had fallen in love, was still a mystery to him, one day he felt nothing but fear and desperation and the other, he was hopelessly expressing word by word like a poem how enchanted he was by those golden eyes, that shyness and that smile. Being honest with himself, he didn't really think things through. He saw them, and they had asked to get something to eat, they had invited him, despite how rough and scary he looked, they saw him approachable and they invited them to eat. They seemed to go through a thousand emotions at the same time when he said yes, because they had anxiously started stuttering. 


He fell for them and hard, for their eyes, their smile, and now they were in front of him, making something for him to eat because he was found in an alleyway beaten up. Again. 


Fuchsia Scarlet