One evening on the beach I found myself lying on my towel, two people who had a place in my memories left to wade in the warm and frothy ocean, to my left, having made the journey with us, there is a girl who, probably not to disclose his shyness, has opened a book; my literary curiosity urged me to start a conversation that will begin with : "Excuse me!, what is the book you are currently reading?"
And the wheels of my brain set in motion, she would probably prefer to talk to a beautiful boy to discover the common ground she could have with him, or maybe she would prefer to laugh with a trusted friend and share some secrets, painful or precious, or again it would be a member of her family that will fit her to make her feel at ease by giving her assurance; finally no words will be spoken and I'll stay lost in my cogitations, while she, turning her back to me, won't deign to give me a glance and I will be in my mind and forever the wrong person.
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