It was 12:51

We were walking by the river, he was drinking a cane of soda. I was drinking orange juice.

He was smilling.

I did that.

He was wearing his usual befor jail. His sweater and his sweat addidas . his beautiful hair falling messily on his forehead .

We stop at the bridge looking at the river.

The river that was so familiar. The river he goes everyday for a walk .

A run.
But this time .

I was there with him.

I then to look at him, studying his expression I reach out and push his hair away from his pretty brown eyes.

He didn't hold that cold look this time.

This time he had that look, that look of peace.

It was mesmerizing.

He was gracious.

He was my black rose.

And that night as I walk home.

The mos beautiful thing happen to me.

Ecstasy kiss me