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We loved  few seconds.No one chooses us.

That first night he requested photos of my bed and my body in the shower.

He knows the  interval's seconds of each answer when we were on chat.

And wanted to hear my voice, although  didn't know anything about him.

But I did.

Not sure if he was one of those ghosts that roam through social networks, without a face or voice.

What was his name? I don't remember it.

But I've never felt so loved.

"I am not ready to be yours".

Was his last word that afternoon.

I never saw him again.