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 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 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 without asking your brother after you said my surname and then went into your bedroom. to run into you and beg if we could drink wine. i just invented a word for not being able to cry and stay a bit catatonic wondering if well, it doesn't matter anymore. you were literally the only exception i would throw nomadism dreams away without a second thought and would be okay with adopting children and i don't even know you but i guess accepting yourself unconditionally is an interesting interpolation of a lover to a 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 my day-to-day acts would meant it pretty clear

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