One year ago, today. Yeah, actually one year ago. Time flies. But I keep loving and loving you more. Everytime I have the privilege to watch you, wheter it is on a big or small screen, or whenever I see you smiling right in front of me, like that perfect day, I keep remembering myself that there's so much work left to do, for me. So much work, to be finally able to express completely who I am, to be able to describe all my passion, all these feelings that I'm still keeping locked inside me. Because people ruined me a lot, and feelings and love destroyed me so many times. You make me cry like a child: with no defenses, no fortress left inside to defend. Nor my experience, nor my adulthood (what's an adult, anyway?), nor my age. YOU MAKE ME WANT ME TO BE A BETTER SELF AND HUMAN BEING THAN I ACTUALLY AM. You make me want me to improve myself. To do the thing that I love the most: writing. That's why I love you so hard it hurts. 'Cause I love myself when I see you. I love myself when I love you. And trust my words: it's probably your biggest achievement. Thank you, Benny. Thank you, my Benedict(ion). Thank you, my child in time. (25.09.2016. - infinite)
