Dear little boy,
You have this cheeky playful look that made me unsure whether I should talk to you at first. And when your stories began, I realized things might turn into another direction, as the appetizer became dessert while the main course was still a mystery. I loved it when you talked about your family and your eyes sparked with love, happiness, proud and even a little sadness. How you want to see the world, like I do. As strangers exchanging information, I knew I should be more skeptical, but I swallowed every words you said, because that is just the way I am.
I enjoyed our long walks, and us stopping by every brightly lit real-estate companies to look at photos of fancy apartments and you would say ‘ah, it’s nice to dream’. I loved your woody smell. I realize it later that it is one of the candle smells I light every night before I go to bed. My heart fluttered when you said I belonged to the good, nice and interesting box if you had to label me. And you said, ‘it’s a good start.’
and then, you disappeared… did you run away? ah no, you walked away.
I knew there was nothing to expect from the beginning. I thought I could handle this easily, like the blink of an eye. But I overestimated myself.
I hate it when people don’t have the manner to say a proper goodbye, also hate myself for liking you a bit more than I was allowed to. Or maybe I just have this dumb luck with romance.
So this is my goodbye to you and our briefly beautiful meetings. May you grow up and be a man.
— People are seasonal.