I invented something called “The red lines”,
And I imagined them drawn on my body.
So that I could mark the boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.

There were two lines, from one point to another.
And over time, they kept getting closer and closer until they were almost erased.
It wasn’t hard for me to abandon my initial boundaries, because it felt like a game.
As soon as you start, things flow from one thing to another.
But it isn’t fun unless you lose yourself in the game.

The final line was the hardest to overcome. It took me years to let go of that particular boundary.
It’s really hard to do something you’ve been convinced for 18 years is the worst thing ever.
I’d always imagined that if I did it, everything would change at that exact moment.
Like magic, as soon as it’s broken, life would be turned upside down.
I’d be transformed into someone else and everyone will know it.
A point of no return in my destiny; another life in another world.
But when I finally crossed it, I was shocked!

I was shocked that I got up and continued the day like any other.
I cooked, ate, went to the bathroom, and I was still the same person as far as everyone else was concerned.
No one was aware of the magical effect that had happened.
Apparently the change was entirely inside of me, and it didn’t only happen at that moment.
No, it had begun with that first red line that I had crossed.
With the first kiss,
The first time I held hands.
My body’s feelings had changed from that moment on.