Nathalia poured some milk into her coffee, gave it a stir, and had a sip. "Ms. Watson, he's good to me. Really," she answered while watching the milk travel down the coffee.
Then she looked up at Lisa, with a content smile on her face, and continued, "I know it all happened very fast, but I, I want to give it a try." It could be a mistake. I might get hurt, but for now, it feels right.
It was the first time she felt love; the first time she was in love. Though she knew his bad reputation with women and it was possible that she could be one of the girls he had, she wanted to love, rather love and get hurt than regret.
To love, to experience, to live, even madly. To live a real-life!
Her smile turned brighter. Lisa understood as she was once young and had loved before, but somehow she felt a sudden sorrow inside her.
