Some time at about eight o’clock in the evening listening to my grandmother’s stories, I receive

a message from a stranger. I put my focus on the phone and my grandmother’s tales become

blurry. I answer the message and go back to splashing my laughter all over the dark room.

I climb on the creaking steel bed my grandmother bought in the early 90s. I lay on my back with

my fat legs facing the ceiling. I disappear into my cracked screen amazed by the stranger. He

had a response to everything and continued to take my breath away. I was paralysed with fear

that someone would love me so soft. My world definitely sparkled with happiness. I knew this

was my heart’s desire but something was holding me back. Only when we laid on a grey duvet facing a cracked ceiling, I knew he was the love of my life. He

then put his warm lips on top of mine , and pulled away from the kiss smelling my hesitancy. Five minutes I listened to his slow breathing and the soft music playing on his phone. He put his

soft hands all over my body , and deep down I acknowledged how dangerous this kiss was for

me.He grabbed my lips so passionately, letting out soft moans all over my face. His dark

complexion pressed upon my light skinned face. Despite my current state of hesitating

everything, I felt surrounded by love. The next day , I looked out there and saw nothing. I couldn’t quite recall his warm hands

caressing my thick body. I waited for a response but I heard nothing. There was this deep

sadness inside , that made me run to the wrong place. He wasn’t there to tell me how strong I

had become , nor tell me everything will be alright. There had been waves of departures , he

vanished into thin air.

I felt the world swallow me with it. He wouldn’t get back to me. His scent was running through

my nose. I fell in love with a stranger. The stranger was running through my love thirsty heart. The moment got stuck into my mind full of thoughts. I looked out there and you were there. This time your eyes could no longer stand mine.