Marco

It was spring and you were in the countryside since you did not live in the city but rather in a small town close enough to the city, you were sitting painting the beautiful landscape as usual.
A sheet of paper reached your foot so you picked it up when you saw a boy running and catching more sheets that had probably blown away with the wind, you approached him and said
-I think this is yours
You smiled sweetly at him to which he smiled back

It was spring and you were in the countryside since you didn't live in the city but rather in a small town close enough to the city, you were sitting painting the beautiful landscape as usual.
A sheet of paper came to your foot in the wind, you approached him and said
-I think this is yours

• You smiled sweetly at him to which he returned the smile and in that moment he knew in your eyes that you were his love at first sight and that he had not seen such more beautiful eyes in his entire life *