One night. Susie turns side to side in the bed. The past, sometimes, haunts us even in dreams. Marc. Funny, that day. Beautiful, anyway. Still remember them. January. Nice air and dark blue sky of newcomer night. He was with his friends in a pub on the edge of beach. I was there by chance, due to my cousin who want to walk around. We seat on sand and stay looking for the ocean, talking. He stand with a surfboard and enter on sea. I like his style. Is cute. My cousin thinks the same and I don’t like that. And when he out of the water, his friends come to congratulate him, and our eyes find each other now and then, he smiles me. So, after a wile we go to home. Is not like I really want to do this, because is not everyday that you find a greek god in the Earth with swim suit, for the record. But she’s tired by the travel and was very late. And after? Surprise! A reencouter in the mall. He looks and smiles at me. Yes, he’s really cute. He seat with us and we start to talk. A friend of him comes and is making company for my cousin, when we both walk through the mall. And while I expect him, sitting on the fountain, he comes with a rose, not red, but white. Pure, like a snow flake that fall in winter and leaves a lonely girl with a hopeless smile in window of room. A rose that is much more than a rose. Until everything becomes a kiss. Not just one. Other. And more one. A single moment. Susie turns over again. Two tears falls on her face to the pillow which she embraces with force. While a doubt squirms leaving a unconfortable bed…. What is love anyway?