About him:)

I was 17 when I first put my foot on the bare ground. I was coming from the heart of the city, and all I had in my mind was dances, parties, silk, and kisses. I was beautiful and rich. Spoiled. Courted and envied. In a word, I had known all the excess of the privileged life.
I had everything I wanted and, poor me, I really wasn’t aware of my limitation.
Then I met you. You were everything I wasn’t.
You told me that I am your unpolished diamond, perfect just because of its imperfections. And I laughed at you! Between the two of us, I was clearly not the unpolished one!
You took my hand and pulled me into your dirty world, but paradoxically clean in principle. Step by step, I followed you, unconscious, until I got dirty as well.
The way you see the world and life and love became shockingly real to me. It impregnated into me. It became me.
I found myself.
We found each other.
You are my reality, my way, my true love …

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It was 4 in the morning, and I had no sleep. Embraced by your arms, I was sitting on the windowsill and looking at the sky. It was a clear night, with a bright and close sky, and a moon that seemed to hang awry, as if it was smiling.
You asked me about tomorrow. I said that I don’t want to think about tomorrow, that I still want today. That I don’t want to let it go and pass forever.
You laughed.
“Only you can believe that a day that passed is a lost day,” you told me while kissing my head.
You whispered to me again to go to bed, that the sun will rise soon and a new day will come whether we want it or not.
“A few minutes,” I begged you.
“But you’ll be tired tomorrow!”
“When I sit here with you I feel alive. I would rather be tired than sleep and lose these beautiful moments.”
You tightened me a little more in your arms and whispered:
“I will teach you more often how is like to feel happy! When you are happy, you are not afraid of the future. Let’s go to bed! I promise I will take care of you, and that tomorrow I will make you feel happier than today!”
I believed you and followed you. And I did the right thing …

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I used to walk on the edge of a razer before I met you. Around me, so many opportunities, so many experiences, so many people who didn’t understand me but gave their opinion anyway. Confused, I was hardly advancing, in a precarious equilibrium through the days rushing over me, misunderstood. Underneath me, the sharp point of reality always reminding me that I wasn’t allowed to dream of anything more.
And then you came.
At first, it was difficult for us to adapt to each other. Hard, but still inevitable.
You, being of light, began to melt my unbelief shell and reach my soul. I, a distrustful, dark soul, felt drawn by your warmth like a butterfly by the sun.
Today a little, tomorrow a little bit more, you were building bridges between us. The connections once made left behind threads, knots that could no longer be broken or loosened.
You tied me to you in 1000 different ways, one more beautiful than another, sweeter, more soul-uplifting.
Today I am also a being of light, and I carry our love with pride, as the most priceless jewel.

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I wouldn’t know to say if there was a noise or a call, but in the morning I woke up half an hour before the alarm sound. And with all this time on hand, I was still late for work because you slept beside me and I was distracted by the image. I stayed and looked at you until the last second I could steal from the time and still it wasn’t enough.
You are so beautiful when you sleep! Not that you wouldn’t be when you’re awake, don’t get me wrong! You are beautiful anytime, but when you sleep, your beloved features are relaxed, and this loosen makes them so symmetrical that they strike perfection.
Slightly wet from the warmth of the summer night, slightly blushed, easy to be loved.
When my time eventually ended and I didn’t have even one more second to stay, I went on my heart and ruined the perfection of your features. I leaned over and kissed you.
You startled and kissed me in turn, and I felt your sweet smile under my lips.
Good morning, my love!

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You remember that early spring day when we met?
It was early, neither the trees nor our love had blossomed yet. You thought me naive, I thought you were too much for me. But minute by minute gathered, and soon it was not enough for me to see you just in small doses. For you as well…
You used to find pretexts, small and unimportant reasons, to look for me, to see me. Inside me, the heart was growing, budding in tandem with the apricots.
Then you started hugging me, shy, looking for the courage to kiss me, in the evening, among shadows and linden scent. Sweet innocence! Sublime delirium in your arms! I wanted so much from you and I had so few words to ask…
Soon – as if it can be too soon when you are young, you love and you have little patience! -, you found your courage. You kissed me! And all those wonderful sensations ran under my skin, whirled, made me dizzy and I blossomed woman under your beautiful lips.
I loved you, my lover, ever since!

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Always when I looked at you, you gave me an intense feeling. There was something in you that screamed danged, and fire, and run as far as you can. Something so hot that just standing next to you began to soften my ice heart and make deep cracks in my silent soul. And for that, of course, I remained with you.
Although I was not ignorant, nothing could have prepared me for our first night together. Because nothing I ever knew was like you. Nothing was you.
It was beautiful, dark and it marked me. As if you had turned yourself into a lighted candle dripping wax on my skin and branding it, making it forever be hungry for you.
I became yours.
And yet it was an illusion because I have never belonged to anyone else before you. I have always been only a half looking for another half.
Now we were a whole, consuming and elevating alike, destroying us only to bring us closer to the essence.
It was you and me. It was us. It was love…

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