I loved him once, maybe just once.
Every love story is often bloody and ordinary at the beginning. I was mixed up in all kinds of sensual things, and his appearance was like a eroded rainbow, gorgeous and confusing.
I was drunk and lying on the sofa, dancing to the dynamic rhythm of the DJ. I was wearing a white dress, long hair shawl, and stiletto heels.
Maybe I met him once in my life, as a surprise, as a passer-by.
In the crowd, he was dressed in a suit, clean and tidy, and he was out of place under the smell of fireworks in the bar.
Concept: gorgeous love, deep sadomasochism