I felt it in the air, in the speed of my heartbeat when I saw him, and also in that stupid smile that he always had on his face, I was falling in love. And worst of all, the culprit of my downfall was myself. She hated him and I loved, not him, but the fact of being in love. She had only been dating James for 6 months, and she was already in love, I felt stupid. Not because love was stupid, on the contrary, I felt stupid because I considered that such a beautiful feeling needed time to emerge. Damn, what a cliché, right? Most people on this planet have probably felt at some point in their lives that love is a miserable feeling, something that exists to make us suffer, that only brings us darkness. And it is also very likely that those same people have felt, more than once, that love is a b
