since we are not fluorescent adolescents anymore and years now pass as fast as a blink of an eye and you probably wanna raise a family with that guy, can you at least name one children as Dragonfruit600 in my honor?



i guess the way i feel is just like the days i had no pubic hair and i saw you pass from your bedroom to the kitchen to grab water or whatever and i felt i could never invade your moment to ask a hello. can i do something for you. i secretly blush every time i see your blonde hair. to run after you when you arrived from a party late at night and got into the balcony asking who were the guy cuddling 2 girls i would never date but they were blue and you know, touching is oxytocin. to run towards you after you leaved the balcony after saying my surname as a surprise and then went into your bedroom. to run into you and beg if we could drink wine. i have some unexpected bursts of cry and if i let myself be, i would sit on my bed and meditate for long hours till this grieving feeling goes away. you were literally the only exception i would throw nomadism dreams away without a second thought, seriously tinker about adopting children if having a family is a core part of who you wanna be (maybe even having biological ones if i wasn't celiac (quite sad to have biological children on this societal point although... we still make war, why bother to show one more being how greed we are)) and i don't even know you but i guess accepting yourself unconditionally is an interesting interpolation of a invented lover to a real lover. after all if you ever were inclined to adapt and believe Maslow's quote: "be independent of the good opinion of other people" to "do the good independent of the good opinion of other people" i would never give you an engagement ring (how antique) but i would make sure my day-to-day acts meant i want to spend the rest of my life with you

i feel like another Arturo Bandini and a porter of a huge flag which says thank-you for the ride and have a happy life, sincerely

Lucas