I was sitting at a park and thought, what a strange name my parents gave me, Romeo. I think it come from a Greek root, «romi” which means power most probably it means daring. What if in my real life I don’t dare, not fight or demand to get what I want. And I sit here with a drink in my hand, try to find the strength to dare or at least try to approach. The area where my craving is is not so dangerous. The day many people go by but at night it’s like desert. And then I go out there and I see the lights behind the glass, and her beauty.
She always smiles at me, she is always there waiting for me. And I sit outside and look at her and call her sweetheart. As if she is complaining for not approaching, to touch her and embrace her. “Why don’t you do something to have me”, I hear in my mind and I go crazy.
So many people were bound why not me. What am I waiting for? How many years will I wait to make her mine? I will grow old and I will not be able to enjoy her.
I can’t sleep at night. I have to make a decision, tomorrow I ‘’l go.
And I woke up in the morning with great appetite. I made a coffee and breakfast. It would be a special day today.
I have to be at my best. I’m going to tell her today that she will become mine. After I had finished the breakfast I got out of the house, it was a nice sunny day. I‘ll go on foot I thought and I start walking.
It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to get there. Without hesitation, without a second thought I entered.
A gentleman approached me, “How can I help you Sir? “
I came for her, The white one , the Juliet with the red leather seats.
