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There’s a song that goes this way: “A little of you comes up to me…”
I believe that today that phrase summarizes much of what I would like to say some day to you.
How to begin? Often, it happens that I wake up and remain much longer than is necessary in bed with my eyes closed. It is this portion of time in which I let my mind fly, smiling and barely awake, thinking about you.
And I dream and daydream about hypothetical situations in which you are the protagonist of a certain story that takes place only in my mind, where you save me and make me happy.
It turns out that I can spend hours in this sleepy state. I can do it because I’m with you. Because it all happens as I want it. Because I feel you close to me.
But later the duties arrive, forcing me back to reality. And I see myself once again sunk in stories that are not stories, tales that have nothing to do with princesses and toads.
I guess that the connection this time was too strong as to support it. I suppose that choosing the easiest way was the cleverest thing to do. You and I suppose wrongly.
The pride that guides our actions when we face each other, the flag to which we are clinging not to show we are vulnerable is not by any chance something similar to satisfaction.
And at all moments it is clear to me that my world doesn’t begin at some point and end with you. Nevertheless, today it feels very much so.
Don’t you see it when I look at your eyes? Doesn’t my body say it?
My story needs you to be a toad.

Titi