I hope one day you buy this book for your friend.
and I hope you will read this story to them,
wondering if it was written about you. You've been rereading the story and you noticed that there are passages where I don't try to romanticise you by calling you my sun. There are sentences that might not be flattering, but you try to tell yourself that that's okay because you know you treated me like shit. I studied you long enough to see you just as you are, naked, without a mask. I looked just long enough to see what lies behind the smile of yours, behind your anger and your blunt and bluster.