Hello! Well, I'm new in this site, so I'll start with a few things that I have there. First... English is my second language, and I don't have a beta... yet. So, please, if you see some mistake or you have any suggestion, don't hesitate in leaving a review so I can fix it... Thanks a lot!

I made this drabble (210 words, according my computer), a little more than a year ago. I hope you like it.

Thanks also for reading this little piece of mine...

Warning: Over use of suspension points and use of anaphora...

Reality

What is real? Loving, enjoying, suffering, waiting…? Is it real a conversation, a simple exchange of impressions? What is real? In which moment does the unreal trespasses that thin border? Perhaps… perhaps in the moment that it is seized by the senses…

Think about it. It is when you curse, because only then your frustration is real. Is when you see it, because only then you realize that is indeed there. Is when you listen to it, because you know it has to exist. Is when I see you, I listen to you and I swear that what I had thought impossible… happened.

Well, I have always said "Never say never", and I cannot help but to make an ironic smile at this point…

And it is because, affable and ready to give everything, except myself… ha… such an irony… Life is so full of it … and you know? For once, I start to enjoy its changes, abrupt and subtle. A single second is necessary to change everything. I am happy that the world simply spins around.

So… what is real? In which moment does the unreal trespasses that thin border? Perhaps… perhaps it happens in the moment that there are no more pretenses. Perhaps it occurs in the moment that I dare to say (because is more difficult than stay silent), and I take the risk…: "I love you".

A bit of poetic prose... Think about it... perhaps you reach a conclusion and be willing to leave a review...

Till next time!