Me, myself and I.

 The protagonist walks fearless in Paris’ streets not wondering anymore about what went wrong and what a relationship could have been.

Eyes are on her as she walks, however the only thing she cares about is to not lose herself. A vivid body in a blurred world.

“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.

You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are perfect match with your skin.

You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.

You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.

You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry”.

Frida Kahlo