Straight from the past. I see her arriving, with her blonde hair, same childlike face but with a serious air. She hints at a slight smile and comes toward me. It’s her, the last person I ever thought I’d run into again, the first I would have wanted to see. Yes, her.The Americanina.The one who made me lose my mind for the first time, only to ghost me and disappear forever. She greets...
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. It doesn’t make sense to read it if you haven’t read the previous one first. Go read the first part! It just so happens that the most powerful deity is… the God of TV series. And this is the story of his revenge against me. All my life, I’ve criticized romantic comedies. I’ve always considered them “sci-fi movies for...
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...
