DIEGO PENA - FRAMED LOVE

Diego Peña is a bilingual young man from Venezuela. A videogames, movies, psychology enthusiastic that writes stories focused into poetic and creative story telling. He possess a certificate on Academic English and is in the process of getting a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. Coming from a humble place he is looking for a better life as a writer.  

Framed Love 
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​Where you find pain, you find joy. Where you find happiness, you find sadness. And where you find beauty, I found her.
The woman that made me feel alive. The most beautiful human on earth that even with a lot of flaws I still considered her perfect. My cheri so sweet and sad. How someone so beautiful and kind can be that sad? I wonder every time that I think of her. But that doesn’t last for long because my mind gets distracted with the waviness of her dark brown hair, the gaze of her perfect hazel eyes, and his immeasurable kindness to all peoples.
That type of kindness that can kill somebody. That kindness killed more than once in different ways. From the beginning I knew what I was getting into as soon as my eyes intertwined with hers for the first time. With those magnificent hazel eyes reflecting her soul and her breath-taking pink lips left me speechless.
“Are you ok sir?” asked the lovely lady as she helps me to get up of the ground.
Pure silence. I couldn’t formulate a single word I was still wandering on the small universe of her eyes.
“Sir,” said the lady as she proceeds to ask, “What happened exactly?”
“What? Oh yes,” I said while trying to think of an explanation “I just felt in front of you” No shit sherlock I said to myself.
“Well I assume that it was because of you trying to take a photo of those girls with voluptuous attributes next to the fountain,” said the lady crossing her arms and pointing to the girl.
“Eh, no, of course no. I was trying to take a picture of you when a biker ran over me,” I said trying to not look like a pervert 32 years old guy.
“Oh, so you were looking at me?” said the lady putting herself a little closer to me.
“Yes, no, yes but I was tryin-,” I said, rumbling and taking a deep breath to continue “Ok I give up. I was taking a picture of you. But in my defense, originally. I was just taking pictures of the Fontaines de la Concorde.
She drops a little laugh “I know, you take pictures of me every time I come to this park. But I wonder, why taking so many pictures of this place if there are more interesting places in Paris,” she said while opening an umbrella, “Either way come with me, it's starting to rain. It will get worse, and I don’t see you carrying an umbrella.”
“Wait,” I said getting under the umbrella with her and I asked “You knew? Why did you let me take those pictures?”
“It feels nice to be considered pretty occasionally. Even more for me that I don’t feel that I am that pretty,” she said and looking down she adds “I don’t know exactly why you take them, but you don’t seem like a bad person, so I trust you.”
“You trust the random guy talking pictures of you?” I asked her followed with another question, “How odd for someone to do that, isn’t it?”
“Indeed,” she said before making a small pause and adding, “but if you prefer, I may call the police instead of trusting you.”
“I was messing around, please do not call the police,” I said trying not to look suspicious to the public eye. “What do you want me to do to prove my innocence?”
“Let me think…” she said while looking around. “How about if we go to that cafeteria and you explain me why you take those pictures.”
I looked at her speechless.
          That day under the powdering rain I knew… my life was over. I knew that my life didn’t belong to me anymore. I knew that my time, my strength and my soul didn’t belong to me anymore. Every decision, every action, everything that I did. I did because of her and for her. Everything just to keep her safe.
Before her I didn’t about the life of others, not even my own. The life of man that worth’s nothing. A life that she made worth something. But destiny had other plans for me. I had to pay the price for everything that I did wrong. Due to my mistakes she became distant, she didn’t want to know anything about me and the worst part is that, I knew that that would happen. I didn’t listen to myself. One day she just wasn’t there, and the only company left for me was an old camera and her memory.