Roller coaster Date

Years ago, I met this woman on a pretty shit night. I was recording a video for a project I started related to electronic music, and I met her.

I remember our first words, she ask something and I answer with humor (classic me), we play table football at the same team, and in case you ask , we did a pretty nice team, we lost, but we were perfect.

The last time I see her, that night, was when we say goodbye and both follow different roads, me to the train station, she to her home.

I didn’t remember her name and she didn’t remember mine, but she was in my head, the friend who came with me, ask why am I smiling, and I didn’t knew what to answer.

But then, three days after that night (Looks like the three day rule, doesn’t? But no, or maybe yes), I was in school and I receive a friend request on Facebook, guess what, it was her. I immediately accept, and start seeing her photos (not a little bit stalker), and thinking should I text her?

But I didn’t.

Instead I publish a new video from one of my favorite artists, Lindsey Stirling and she commented and I quote “I love Lindsey”, that moment I knew, I had to talk to her (or text her).

But again. I didn’t.

I know, I know, I was a pussy…

And then, when I publish some videos and photos from that night, everybody was saying I had a pretty nice t-shirt,this t-shirt was designed by me to my project, so I did another publication asking how…