"My birthday friend called me around two o’clock, and told me that my other friend, the female smiling one, had asked about me. I dismissed his intentions to play Cupid in about ten seconds, and somehow he understood my feelings on the matter. She had told him that almost all the other pretenders had done the same thing. It hit me as something too weird to be filed as coincidence in that suspicious and fearful region of my brain. But since I never believed in love at first site, I never got the chance to miss the imaginary touch of someone who had loved and killed me wearing the same smile. Time took it away like calm and small sea waves slowly destroy a sand castle. It became one of those strange memories that you recall on a late night chat with some really close friends."