What do you consider as an impossible love? A girl born with a gold spoon with a guy straight from the slum? Two people from different culture? Or Romeo and Juliet? Those are nothing compare to the story I am about to tell you. My name is Chris P, and this is my story of an “impossible love.”
What do you consider as an impossible love? A girl born with a gold spoon with a guy straight from the slum? Two people from different culture? Or Romeo and Juliet? Those are nothing compare to the story I am about to tell you. My name is Chris P, and ... love stories
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tierswriter all my story are based on my dreams
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This not an happy ending story, this is a story about this guy who fall in love of a girl that he can’t be with, for not so obvious reason. It’s a series of 5 chapters, 10/11 pages each

What do you consider as an impossible love? A girl born with a gold spoon with a guy straight from the slum? Two people from different culture? Or Romeo and Juliet? Those are nothing compare to the story I am about to tell you. My name is Chris P, and this is my story of an “impossible love.”

Let start from the beginning, I’m not born from a wealthy family, neither from a poor family, just regular decent one. I’m a self made as an international worker. My strength was selling to people things they don’t necessarily want, luxury. And I was extremely good at it.

With that experience of selling luxury to people, I’ve turn it into an unique perk, I could sell my self to any girl just like a luxury jewelry, or should I say a luxury guy. Ok, I see you coming, don’t jump to quick and judge me. And just like that, my work brought me to that faithful city. Somewhere, in the middle of the night

Paris, it’s almost midnight at this local bar that had 3 starts rate on yelp, but it was open. I had a pretty rough day, and I was trying to drawn that bad mood with local beer. Not really my favorite, but it was doing the job. After my last beer, I was on my way to my hotel, it was raining and dark. And that was the moment I saw that silhouette by the bridge

Under the rain, the silhouette was standing there looking at the river. Strange!, I start question myself, what’s that person doing there, should I go ask? Or just mind my business? But I couldn’t resolve myself to let that person there. Damn, I’ve got to ask. So, I went to that person, and realized it was a girl, and I ask her, “hey, it’s pretty rainy right now, what’s you doing? She look at me and smile.

I was intrigued, so I asked her, what’s funny? It’s raining, and you’re wet, so am I now. She look at me and told me “look at the river, and tell me what do you see”. I looked over, but I couldn’t see what she was seeing or looking at. So I said “something beautiful, right in front of me”, while I was looking at her, she look back at me, and smile, but I didn’t realized it wasn’t just smile at that moment.

I ask her if she wanted to go somewhere dry, she said sure. We went to my hotel, it wasn’t far from that place. On the light, I realized how beautiful she was, full of life, smiling and happy, she was this kind of girl who make your heart bounce 10 time faster. She made my night more than the drink to be honest.

She definitely wasn’t that one night girl, she was deep, smart. She had that personality that let you wonder. I invited to my room and told her she can take my bed if she doesn’t have anywhere to go for the night. She took the offer and I slept on the sofa. Early in the morning, she wasn’t on the bed, she was contemplating the city. I got intrigue again, she had the same look, just like on the bridge. At that point I understand there’s something she seeing, that I’m not.

I was wondering, where she from, where she’s going, is she local or she’s traveling, is she pursuing some dream, goal or a fairy tell. I couldn’t hold my self, and I asked, she look at me and asked me again, look over, and tell me what do you see. Wow, she’s sarcastic, I guess, so I reply a sarcasm with another, all I see is a beautiful girl, right in front of me. She look at me and smile again.

Later, we went to look for food. She couldn’t stop talking, telling stories, but avoiding to tell me everything about her. Except the bare minimum. So that’s how she wanna play it? I love challenges after all. While we were walking she stop, and start contemplating this historical building.

Damn, this look again, so I asked, what do you see this time, she look at me and smile, but this time she asked me, would you like to play a game? How funny I was already in the game. So I asked which game do you have in mind? She said “impossible love”.

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