The good wishes I have received from Pietro Opasich for the birth of my nephew, contained in its annex the news of his engagement. I have wondered for a long time what the two things had to do with each other. I have wondered for a long time why he had the need to tell me such a thing as soon as possible.
For sure this was quite untimely, as he is.
I saw his haste in wanting to replace me, dating tons of guys in the last year (not just fucking as he always did). I saw his incapability of being alone (just in addiction of the inability to see inside himself). I even predicted his future several months before. Expecially the day in which he tried again to kiss me, while we were in the room that was our bedroom for long time, with no respect.
Then I just understood that Pietro Opassi (which is the real name in the end) doesn't understand the importance of time and seems to understimate the vulnerability of time itself.
I will not replace him as soon as I can, just because I cannot, it's not possible, love is unique, but I will live my time deeper and deeper towards all directions, expanding my time so much that seven years will become just a few happy and light moments, like the beating of a butterfly's wings.
This is the love I'm capable. The love for life.
This is what is already happening, even if I'm not doing it on purpose.
I'm an uncle. I'm so happy. This is it.
I'm in China. I'm in love. This is it.
I'm Andrea. I'm dangerous. This is it.
