I closed the message to find that day passing quickly before my eyes. I remember my shyness towards him at the time, my fear that he would see all this in my eyes, my constant running away from him, always seeking refuge in any place where he might not see me or I might see him, and whenever I ran away from him, I found him in front of me, to the point that it made me think that I was pretending to run away from him in order to find him. Perhaps my body was running away, but my soul was searching and taking me wherever it went! On that day, I decided to get rid of the burden that had increased and overflowed inside me. I decided to talk to Asrar, but I quickly backed down; I did not want to turn my feelings into a story that I and my friend would chat about, my feelings that I had ignored until now. I did not want to believe them and for her to believe them as well. Perhaps this feeling of mine was nothing but a passing thing that would end in a few days and become as strange as it was. And from here came from within me the idea of ​​the messages that I think will never be sent. As I said before, this is where it all began