I had this feeling, that I was mourning over someone who never took form, but now he’s in the kitchen brewing coffee and his hair is dark and curly, the eyes are hazel with some green. He makes me toast, hands me my mug and says “fuck it’s so cool I get to be in love with you”.
Cada vez que crezcas, perderás algo. Estás perdiendo aquello a lo que te aferras para mantenerte a salvo. Estás perdiendo hábitos con los que te sientes cómodo, estás perdiendo familiaridad, todo eso para crecer.
