It’s always the same, as my grandmother said, when you’re thinking nothing good will happen to you…..it finally happens.
Max was the Love but also Passion and, most of all, he was the sound of bells.
I’ve never believed in butterflies in the stomach but now I had to admit that every time Max was looking at me, I felt dizzy like being inside a bell and you can’t image how it bugged me.
I was in the grip of this sound…. and I was afraid to lose the control.
I looked him just like the audience is hooked by a magician, when he makes that magic happen.
Every time it was different, every time it was better.
I knew only the enthusiasm of the beginning, what I believed to be love, but Max made me discover a new feeling…. stronger than the other.
The pleasure to wish someone more and more, the feeling that grows proportionally to the knowledge and intimacy and this has got nothing to do with the original fire.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s show time! Here Max for you as every night, who will make another magic trick, followed by Milla and Benny.”
I felt strangely happy, extraordinary satisfied and absolutely senile.