IN THE AFTERNOON OF THE DAY THAT WE MADE LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME, I WAS STUNG BY A JELLYFISH.

FUCK!

I NEVER SAW THE JELLYFISH. SHE HAD DISAPPEARED.

AFTER SEVERAL MINUTES, THE PAIN LESSENED.

THE POISON STARTED TO SPREAD AND MAKE ME A BIT HIGH.

I FELT A WAVE OF HEAT IN MY BODY AND IN MY HEART.

LATER ON, WE MADE LOVE. IT WAS VERY MAGNETIC AND I WAS STUNG ONCE AGAIN.

"THIS HEAT, IS IT HIM OR THE POISON?

ONE WEEK LATER, I LEFT FRANCE TO RETURN TO CALIFORNIA.

AND THEN...HE DISAPPEARED. JUST LIKE THE JELLYFISH.

BUT, THE SCARS FROM THE JELLYFISH WERE STILL THERE.

IN THE END, MY CURIOSITY WAS STUNG AS WELL. MARSEILLE, THE SEA, AND YES, THE IDEA OF LOVE, STAYED IN MY HEART.

I DECIDED TO GO BACK TO FRANCE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN, BUT I HOPE I HAVE THE COURAGE TO LISTEN TO MY HEART.