I never saw this person but I heard a little girl talking about him: she could’t see his face properly because he was really tall, but his voice was kind and gentle, his hands were slender and warm, and he was wearing a green jacket, now it doesn’t belong to him anymore, he gave it to her due to the biting cold that gripped that place....
(Do you know something about the _Aristophane’s mith_?
It’s written in the first pages of Plato’s Symposium, and if you have the time or the interest, I truly suggest you to read it).
Dear half,
There was a time where i was part of you, and you where part of me. Our bodies where one, and our souls too. If I was talking about me, I was talking about you. Everything was so easy, nothing seemed impo...