1 Foreword

After the talk/discussion with Marcos, I leave the university to clear my mind of all the questions he had asked me. I would never admit to him that, if I had noticed him, his muscles it showed through his T-shirts, those skintight pants that fit him to death, his handsome face, his hair, somewhere between blond and brown seems not to have been combed by anyone. the mornings and how to forget those light green eyes I loved to look at and never lied to me. It was impossible not to notice him except for me, I couldn't fall for his tricks again, not if I want to avoid suffering for him again.