Prologue

"I am not sure how long it will be, I don't know if this will last...
but if you will pass my lifetime, all I know is that I wanted to feel you."

I was nineteen and it was summer. I was full of doubts and scared and yet
I took chances. And there you are beside me, holding my hand.
For some unknown fact, the nymphs must have played with our fortune that you had to
walk me home. And so we stroll along the poorly lit road with
the sultry breeze touching our faces.
"Look at the stars," you said. And without a word, I did.
Every piece are in their right place, showing off their shimmer
so that the sky had been much darker and the stars even more glittering.
I looked at you and there you are, still holding my hand, looking at the sky...
happy, innocent, contented. I was moved by it that it had left an image in
my mind. As if my thoughts have photographed you at that very second
and kept it in my innermost soul so nothing nor no one can ever touch it.
A memory that will always remain pure and uncorrupted.
It was almost perfect, as if everything had been influenced by the stars--
complete and in the right place.
And in that very moment, I knew... this is right
and you are the one.