Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
She... was like a dream. Or was she just a dream?She was so radiant, her face so bright - I actually couldn’t remember what she looked like the first few times I saw her. I’d say she was my first real crush, and I went to school just to remember her. I knew she liked me, but I didn’t say anything - and then I blinked my eyes. I now found myself in high school. Had I said anything to her yet? I was on the debating team - and we had a debate in her high school. I looked for the class photos on the side of the wall to see if I could find a picture of her. Yes, there she was. She did go to this school, and was pretty as ever. I closed my eyes and blinked again - and then found myself in university. Had I said anything yet? Did she know how I felt? Where had she gone? Time was going by fast, and I wasn’t quite sure why.I kept having this recurring dream pretty much all my life of seeing her, of almost getting the chance of saying something. I just wanted to tell her that I liked her too. But then I’d wake up, never really having said anything. There she would be - in all her beauty. She would be in the distance, looking at me. I would be mesmerized by her beauty and her grace. I would be working up the courage to speak to her. It was hard. But by the time I had the courage to do so, she had either disappeared - or I couldn’t find her.Until one time I did manage to say hello. Or did I? Was that just a dream too? And things changed.This... is the story of her.
