The story
begins on a grey cloudy morning. I woke up as I usually do at 8 a.m. in the
morning. I got my trousers and then I got dressed. Every morning I have as
breakfast coffee with 3 spoons of sugar and 2 big biscuits. The traffics was
normal as it was used to, there was any strange sound nor strange crazy drivers
going as fast as they could because they had been arriving late. The street was
almost quite, with its usually hustle and bustle of people and vehicles.
Regardless to the weather, not much to say besides it was grey and those grey
clouds looked like they were going to break into tears. I finished my coffee
while I was listening the news on TV. I know that this thing is strange but, I
am a modern person, I listen the TV sometimes while I am doing other things.
Nevertheless, I was expecting something. Something. Something unknown or
something amazing, maybe surprising. I was thoughtless about the matter. So, I
decided to go and watched out of the window, what I saw there, the surprising
street, those green trees, those grey clouds, those craziest people walking
from one way to other. I stopped my eyes on one point, I was thinking about
that. That thought about that something. But, nothing happened. I kept watching
out of the window seeing people and those new trend cars; there are of course
too expensive. Then I started to think of myself on one of those new cars. I
imagined driving through the city waving the people I know and then I imagined
myself on an expensive holiday on the Caribbean. Standing on a Caribbean beach
with a glowing sun, white sand and a big variety of exotic drinks, relaxed. On
that moment, while I was at that beautiful beach I remembered my love. My
unlimited love, someone I loved endlessly. Something unexpected happened, the
doorbell rang. I jumped and fell out of my thoughts. I barely saw who it was
from my window. My best bud was standing at the door. Thinking better, was he?
It was somebody definitely, that someone held a box, gave it to me and left
without saying a word. While I was going upstairs I realized that this was
completely strange, this was the something. I ran upstairs opened the door, I
put the box on the next table and I started to open it. The box was not big,
was a medium size box. I tore the paper, unwrapped and then I found a piece of
white paper written on a clear handwritten. All the feelings came to my body; I
know this was the something I was expecting at. The day was perfect. A perfect
grey weather and the traffic, what to say about it, was normal as usually. I
read the piece of paper, my letter by the way, the something I expected to.
Reaching the end, I found something completely strange. It put me out of my mind;
this someone wrote “do you believe in love?”. As I always considered, I said I
am a human being; I am prepared to give love and to receive it. My mind went
crazy, I actually believed that. I brought back the memories of my endlessly
love, the person I had chosen to give my love. I flew through all my knowledge,
through all my thoughts. The next moment, I fell too away from my reality. I
doubt about what I gave and what I had received. I did love nobody and that all
was fake. Why this box had to arrive to me. Why I had to think. From those
lonely moments, I realized I was lying on the ground. I was flying watching my
body there, I was seeing myself chocking and collapsing. That was the moment I understood
that my wonders were solved and my fears were vanished, but I though a last
time about the paper box, the white letter, the extensive handwriting, and the
meticulous chosen phrases. Was it my love? Was it my person?
