There are special moments, those that remain in the memory. Intense moments from any point you look at them.
With you, everything was apotheotic: the way we met, the connection... crazy.

I sat down in the chair that belonged to me, and suddenly, your employee—the one who was supposed to cut my hair—became unwell. You came out to fill her position. You could have sent anyone else, but no, you decided to do it yourself.

I've had my eye on you for a while now. From my balcony, I could see your place, and I had you checked: the time you opened the business, the closing time, your regular customers, your picnic walks... I almost kept a log for you. Until one day I decided to get my hair cut at your place, which was exclusive for ladies.

I just really liked you, and I wanted to get closer anyway. The nice thing was my entrance: I arrived as a lost boy, with a “I didn't go” face, asking if they cut gentlemen's hair. An obnoxious employee immediately replied No. But you came out, beautiful, to tell me to move on, that they would make an exception with me.

The universe conspired and made the girl sick so that you would take her place. It was the right time; that was why I had gone to that place: I wanted to have contact with you, with that small, yet beautifully proportioned woman. All very well put. With eyes I could get lost in.

Your cutting dance began, and the hair fell like poetry, accompanied by songs that were our conversation. I felt your hands on my shoulders, the rubbing of your fingers on my neck, and a phrase at the end of the cut, a whisper, right on the paw of my ear:

• Did you like it?

My body bristled, and my response was immediate:

• Of course I do!

To that I added:

• I'm able to come back tomorrow for another one.

We both started laughing, and a mutual kiss sealed the farewell. Of course, you, as a good businesswoman, asked me to pay for the service, which, by the way, was very expensive, but for such a beautiful moment, it was worth it.

Then came my visits to the shop, right at closing. I accompanied you, and when I least thought about it, I was already at your house. Everything advanced with fury and, at the same time, with angelic songs. Love and passion were presented, and ecstasy was the protagonist.

An intense love, infinite passion, and an atmosphere full of laughter. But nothing lasts forever. The setbacks came, your jealousy, your strength for wanting to control... and I, as a free spirit, did not let myself. That brought consequences: the beautiful moments passed to memory, to let in the fights and, as a result, the breakup.

Months later, we met, and from the most hidden sprouted the love that seemed to have died. The passion did not stay behind, and the fury returned. One more, many more were the kisses, the hugs... but that's the story part two: "The Nightmare".

So much for my five minutes.