It's strange how you told me:
you're beautiful!
Nobody told me like this. Actually, I want to consider you the only man who told me [the other was a boy, and I never wanted him to say that].
It's strange how you make me feel happy. Every time I see you smiling I smile. Every time you talk I smile.
For the God's sake, you're a man.
Today, when I looked in your eyes, it was for real. I know you feel something – it is not love – you feel curiosity, you like me because I like you in the same way; we are the same, we're acting the same, we feel the same. I don't know why...
It's strange, because you are the first who I admit that I believe and I do believe in you because you are great and you make me feel great, you make me feel powerfull, you make me believe in me.
I don't know what happened this week. You told me twice that I'm beautiful and I think I'm going crazy. Today, when I met your sight, I was almost cuted. It was a sword cutting me from my heart to my stomach.
No, it's not love. I think I know what it's here, what's happening between us.
You need someone to be close to, and I need the same thing. We're alone, lonley in our world. I think we could be good friends. It's too much, I know you don't believe in friendship, because friends are never for real...and I think you are right. But we people need someone to be close to. Someone close to talk to, someone to hug and to cry near by...
I'd like to be much more with you, to discover you.
Why?
I don't know...
I think it's curiosity...
Like I am curious
about her kiss...I know, you'd be stonned, you'd say:
it's a girl! I know, I know. But I am curious about her, ok? She's so different, exactly like you.
Am I dumb? Am I crazy?
I only want to know...
Love, love,
Mischievous M.
I don't know why I know things. It's...fucking uncool.
