The next love story‏

And here it is. In full anonymity, to avoid getting shot.

Once upon a time there was a handsome guy. He was astute, quick, ambitious and yet in need of reassurance. One day, his path unexpectedly crossed the one of a smart young lady. She was nervous and volatile, and yet deeply rooted in the convictions of her upbringing and in the faith in her future.   

They met at the edge of generational transformations, when conventions are demolished and rebuilt, when words like 'commitment' and 'forever' sound risible and transient. When apolidity is the rule, not the exception. They met in the nowhere land of career success and marketing spin, where everybody is guarded and calculating their moves. They stopped to take a breath and got distracted. They lowered their guard and fell in love. Although they couldn't call it love, because that word too was being pulverised, mixed with glue and repackaged as a Valentine's Day card. They just lived it, hidden under other easier, paler, more technical words.

Their beginning was crushing, like a train at full speed. Absolute and demented. Confused. Cruel. As they tried to hold on to the signposts of their scripted journeys. Testing how far the rubber band of their feelings could stretch, before pulling them back together.