Later someone asked me, have you ever liked someone in particular? I thought about it and said yes. Her name is S. I like giving white roses. Driving aggressively. At three o'clock in the morning, I would fall asleep hugging a pillow in the car, like a child who needs to be protected. Later she got engaged. Tell everyone, it's a girl. But no. That night, the bar where I first met her was next door to the flower shop. I bought a bouquet of white roses and took them away.
Concept: A story about encounters, misses and growth