Once, she was like a tender doll in my hands, but I couldn’t protect her. I lost her because of my stubbornness and stupidity. Those two years of separation were a real test for me.
Now I’m ready to do everything so she comes back to me. I hope it isn’t too late yet.
For two years I cried nights through, suffering over my first unhappy love. When I fell asleep, I saw the same dream: a shove, a fall, total darkness, my heart pounding wildly—and the thought that it was the end.
I tried to forget and recover, but the moment I almost succeeded, she appeared in my life again.
The first part of the dilogy: The Doll. Fragile Happiness.