Straight from the past. I see her coming, with her blonde hair, same baby face but with a serious look. She gives a slight smile and walks towards me. It’s her, the last person I ever thought I’d meet again, the first I wanted to see again. Yes, it’s really her. The Little American. The one who made me lose my mind for the first time, only to ghost me and disappear forever. She...
11:35 PM, Milan.It’s been 8 hours and 50 minutes since I texted the American girl again, the girl I was crazy about.Two months and 27 days since her last message.Two months and 24 days since my last attempt to talk to her. Little? A lot? Time is fleeting or eternal, dense or sparse, depending on how intensely you live it.For me, these two months and 24 days felt like serving a full sentence...
This is the second part of this post. There’s no point in reading it if you haven’t read the previous one first. Go read the first part! It turns out the most powerful deity is… the God of TV Series. And this is the story of his revenge on me. All my life I’ve criticized romantic comedies. I’ve always considered them “sci-fi movies for desperate...
This is the story of that time when I was ready to renounce my entire world, abandon everything I had always believed in and professed, for a 21-year-old girl. I would have gladly traded everything for a life with her, my bisexual contortionist. I Called Her Slutty Baby That she was a Baby was evident from her appearance: petite, tiny, with a face that looked younger than her years. But that she...
