You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

He shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-“
You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage.
For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies!

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.