He was born in Rome, she – in July. They were neighbours of the same age.
He was coming from a poor family, she – from her best friend’s birthday. They met at the doorsteps. She stepped back. He opened the door for her. His birthday was the next she would come from.
One day, they were travelling along a lovely road. He fell from his bicycle, she – from her scooter. They found themselves fallen in love. It was funny to feel how love hurt their knees.
Knees healed. Love didn’t. Because they stood up – but remained fallen – for ever. In love.
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