I just deleted his messages from my phone. His contact is gone from my list. His images and videos deleted. Gone. Like it never happened. What does it matter, anyway? It’s a mere blip in time and space, in the greatness of ones life. It shouldn’t matter. It’s gone now. Gone.
“Don’t you dare fall in love with me…”, he said, while laying on top of my body, as he caught a glimpse of my soul through my naked eyes. It’s incredible how transparent I am when I let my guard down.
Nonchalant adjective – (of a person or manner) feeling or appearing casually calm and relaxed; not displaying anxiety, interest, or enthusiasm A few months ago I moved from my hometown, Lisbon, to San Francisco, California. It was a long-waited life change, that took long planning and years of wishing over it. The past two […]
It has been 2 years, 3 months, 9 days since this blog went into hiatus – a total of: 830 days 19 920 hours 1 195 200 minutes 71 712 000 seconds. Many memories undocumented. This was one long intermission. Is there anyone still here?
The original title for this post was going to be “Crap! The blog needs an update”, but I’m an optimistic guy and did not want the whole focus of this post to be about the total and complete lack of care for this blog, but instead to share the changes I’ve been undergoing in my […]