I was just cleaning the house that rainy day, when I found a little box full of stories, full of photos.

Photos of me and my ex. I went to her house, with the shredded photos in my hands.

I look at her, with my eyes wet with tears and my clothes soaked.

"I was crazy enough to tear up our photos, and one by one I'm going to have to glue them together. But it was at the time of anger. At that minute I even thought I hated you. But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you..."