He was there. Standing.
He was wearing a long trousers, together with high collar jacket. The Jacket that was from me. I am giving it to him for his birthday. His 20th birthday. It’s been very long since that. It’s been two years. Two years that’s full with unpredictable moments.
He is always modest. So simple, and undemanding. Seems, he almost never wanted anything. He never express much, nor he ask anything. He was so accepting, quite, and alone. He was always been the brother, the father, the best friend. But now, he will always be my lover.
If a I ask him what is it that he want? He would say that he can go with anything. I never wanted to press him on something. I am afraid. afraid that he wouldn’t feel anything.
So I always tell him, over and over and over again…
I always keep myself to say to him, to keep remind him, to keep him aware..
That I need him..