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2019 


London.


Falling in love was a fantasy.
 
Something exaggerated, romanticized, crazy, quite idealized. Falling in love was anything but realistic. They were fairy tales that I used to read and simple short stories that I got to hear as a child. It was a wall of glass that everyone put in front of her long relationship to make her look perfect.


 It was inevitable: the smell of Middlemist Red roses always reminded me of the fate of many years later in front of the South Bank. 


Mary Alice Bennet would like to remember that remote afternoon when her mother took her to see the Great Ferris Wheel The London Eye.


 London at that time was hit by a hot summer that reduced the Thames to a kind of disgusting sewer. The general enthusiasm for the newly invented cistern toilets had turned London into a fascinating open-air wall of glass. 


"Oh she is very calm", Mary Alice heard "she does not talk too much, she reads a lot and almost always is in a world that she does not reach to specify" 


Mary Alice scoffed at herself standing by her bedroom door. What's wrong with being calm? - She said the thought of her-


 She had heard those words always, since she was a child: you speak very little, I would like you to open your mouth a little more, she stops being so boring and wake up. 
And the thing is that reading was feeling the only escape that he had from everything that surrounded him. Of herself perhaps.


 But since the first movements cannot be excused in women, instead of diverting them with reason, they confirm it with her will. 


So I can be all the things they told me not to be and much more. Blooming I conquered that brought me to my own abode, which is called "intact dreams of love" 


The stirrups of this feeling were intact in confusion, uncertainty and sadness because I was born to be alone but I am still looking for love. 
The firmness with which I eat, think and sleep, in which there are always the sad delicacies of my contemplations, they said: “no love letters, no kisses or hugs, no love, there never is, no bought diamond rings in stores" "At the end of the day you're better off alone" "Love is killing you darling" 


"Love slips and falls into intact dreams of Love” 


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