Wednesday 18.40, August 5th 2015

We were sitting on a cream colored couch in some living room, and everything was very pretty. It felt safe and familiar.

I'm not sure whose house it was. Maybe it was mine, or yours, or ours; but I know I lived there.

All the decorations in that living room were yellow-cream and white, and there were big windows on the left wall. The curtains were closed, but the sun rays still made their way through, giving the house a hint of romanticism.

You and I were sitting on the couch, and you were to my left, talking to me, and I was just listening and looking at you. Now I wonder what you were trying to say, but it seemed like you were trying to explain something, or declaring your love for me, to me.

I was wearing a knee-length dress and my nails were red. My hair was brown and long, and it rested on my right shoulder.

You were dressed up, with a navy blue tie shirt.

I wonder what you were telling me that you had my whole attention, I was staring at your mouth, your hand gestures, your smile.

Finally, you grab a white box from behind you with a big red bow on top.

My eyes light up, what's inside?

You place the box on your lap and ask me to open it.

As I unravel the red bow, something inside pushes the lid open, and the most beautiful, innocent creature stares at me, hoping I was the woman who will love him eternally, like he was told.

It was a young black and white French bulldog with the tiniest red collar on.

My heart melts; how can someone fall in love so fast?

I had never felt that happy before, I had never felt this loved before. Who could love me this much, to give me such a precious opportunity?

I grab the puppy by placing my hands under his arms, and just like a human baby; I touch him softly, and I start kissing him and looking at his black and white spots, trying to communicate through love.

Have I ever been this vulnerable? Have I ever loved this unconditionally?

I think I'm having a very selfish moment between the dog and I, because suddenly I snap out of my epiphany, and I look at you, and you're still sitting there, right where you were when I opened the box, staring at me with a smile on your face. I think you just read my mind.

Thank you for the moment, thank you for respecting my individuality.

- What's gonna be his name? You ask.

- Vairam. Like "diamond", I answer.

I think you just smirked at me. 

Did you forget you taught me that word? I think I surprised you.

You smile again and you come closer to kiss me, and as I close my eyes, I hold the puppy closer to my chest.