The last story, but ... Chapter Two

That message Monday night moved me.

That same day he gave me his personal whastapp number, and we started talking.

About him, always about him. A self-assured man, nothing could shake his ego.

The conversation went on until midnight.

The next morning, when I woke up, the first thing I did was to open the app, after all, I could have dreamed, 

and there was an audio of him wishing me good night, I had slept and left him talking to himself. It was when 

I said good morning, apologizing for having left him talking to myself, that was exactly at 5 am, immediately

 he replied: "Wow, you have everything to do with me, until you wake up early you wake up".

And that Tuesday we talked all day, until midnight, including by video call. I could hardly believe that his interest in me was real.

So perfect, so beautiful, doctor, owner of a charming smile, all day he spoke to me, showing me how much he was really interested in me. I was delighted.

But the next day would be a difficult day. Wednesday was a day that night was always dedicated to my boyfriend. I liked him, I even said that I loved him, a slight boy, but that he wanted to give me the world, home, children he wanted to marry me.

"AND TODAY WHAT I'LL DO" for the doctor I had to tell a lie, said I had an appointment at the church. It worked.

That night when my building's bell rang. I opened the door and came across a vase of pink flowers.