10/05/2023.

A: what you think about her?

B: well, I’m gonna explain to you very quickly…

You know, the thing is, she’s not like the other people, she’s not a common woman, she will never be.

She’s smart, kind, she got a big heart… you know, she owns a dog, that says a lot bout her.

It’s pathetic, cause the first time I saw her I didn’t know she was going to be a huge part of my entire life.

I knew she was different, but she had a big impact on me. You wanna know what I see when I look at her?

She’s like.. a warm summer evening, when you’re with your partner in crime, reading in your front porch, with your
favourite novel, personally “freid green tomatoes at the whistle stop café”, by Fannie Flag, I’m wondering what’s her fav
book. I’d like to read it with her, on that white front porch, during a summer thunderstorm.

She’s a complicated beauty, I really think she got a huge heartbreak, the last time she loved someone she got hurt pretty
hard… maybe that’s why she’s so ironic bout everything. I know that’s impossible, nothing’s going to happen between us,
we’re from different worlds, she older than me… but “grow old with me, I’ll keep you young forever” explains pretty good
the type of love I feel bout her.

I mean, she’s a slow love, then a thunderbolt, I love her cause she’s a living challenge.

I was thinking bout the way she talks bout everything, I mean, man, she actually fucks my mind, my brain. I love the way she
looks at you, I feel seen, actually studied but I love her eyes on me, I really can feel her touch, on my hand, on my leg…

I’s like to have a physical side with her, I mean, she’s a tornado, in bed, if you know what I mean, but that’s not the only kind
of love I’d like to give her and to be given by her.

I mean, I’d like to cook together, singing together, drinking a full red wine glass listening to slow jazz vinyl together… this
kind of love. I love her in every colour and shade, I love her today and tomorrow, I love her on my good days and I love her
more on my bad days, I miss her when she’s away, and I think bout her when I look at the sea.