Looking at the stairs, it felt like a dreamland. Those red balloons, which played a major role within us, were dangling like dandelions. As I strode through the stairs, a fresh air brushed my face. The strings of balloons slightly touched my hand, and suddenly I could see all those moments when those red balloons brought us close, in front of my eyes.
As I reached the door, a strong smell reached my nose and I took a look at our room. It was looking something straight out of a fairy tale. Simply, mesmerising. All those balloons, floating by the roof, scented candles, lighting up the room with romanticism, all the curtains closed... And... And.... There was my...