"Come what may", he whispered. Whisperring was his signature, he barely talked in his everyday life. She was used to his fantaisy.

She remembered him shouting once, he thought she had fall in the stairs of they rented holyday home in Greece. He told her he had been afraid as ever, and never start again.

He always behave in an gentlemanlike way. he was there for her when she needs support, more than a part-time friend and more than a part-time lover.

His hair were quite long, but not too long, dark and shinny, like perfect guys on the hairdresser's shop-windows. His mouth was incredibily light rose, that was the things she loved the more. Her eyes where plain, but it wasn't a big deal. Plain eyes can express a lot of different things.

His hands were always holding her hands. That was the best thing. She wasn't sure he was the one, but at that precise time, he was the one she wanted to be with. Nothing elses mattered.

When they met, it was a monday and she was listening to an old Madonna song. She always remembered the song she was listening to when something relevant happened in her life. The song was Ray of Light, one of her favorite.

He was her former roomate pal. the both of them were talking about somethings she didn't catch a word, and she asked for tea. He was american and not a tea drinker. She thought he was strange, and then they started talking. And then he invited her to the cinema because he hat free tickets for a festival. And then they went to a café in the towncenter, and then theyr started seeing each other regularly and then they kissed in front of the townhall.

As for now, they still weren't at the " All the good things must come to an end" part of the story, but they had time.

"Come what may" " Carpe Diem"

She put her head on his shoulders and remembered him shouting. She was fine. He was not to leave her like a jerk. he was his Mister Right.