We all grew up watching Hollywood romances.

For years, we were sold an image of the perfect date: a sunset, the sound of lapping waves, white sand, a table for two strewn with rose petals, and a waiter carefully lighting candles in heavy holders.

Do you agree?

Is it beautiful?

Incredibly so. Do you ever wish you could experience an atmosphere like that?

Tell me, you picture a romantic evening like that too, don't you—at least once...?

Or maybe you've actually had an evening like that?

May...

You know, I still blush slightly when I recall a story from my college days. It was a classic case of curiosity overriding all sense of propriety, with a dash of youthful recklessness thrown in.

It happened during my junior year of university. My friends and I were renting an apartment right across from an old mansion that was vacant at the time and considered abandoned—or at least, that’s what all the local students thought. Rumor had it that the former owners' antiques were still inside. Any...

There was the silence of resentment—prickly and cloying, enough to suffocate you. There was the silence of a wall—when a person seems close, yet kilometers of concrete lie between you. And then there was her own silence: the habit of swallowing words, burying pain deep inside, and pretending everything was under control while, within, everything was falling apart.

In her world, men fell into two categories: those who had mastered the art of slamming doors, and those who hid behind stock phrases...

My name is Ksenia, and I live in Torrevieja. To be honest, from the outside, I don’t exactly look like the adventurous type. I’m quite quiet—sometimes even shy. I’m not the kind of woman who walks into a room and immediately draws every eye.

Then again... they say first impressions can be deceiving. :)


I have a certain quirk: the calmer I appear on the outside, the more unexpected things might be going on inside. That is likely why I once found myself in a situation I still look back on with ...