They told me I was stubborn.
And I listened.

Then they said I was hard-headed.
And I kept listening.

Then came the word diligent.
And I still listened.

Then they moved on and called me a trickster.
And I observed.

Then they gathered courage and said I was dependable.
And I observed.

Then I became empathetic.
And I observed.

Then I became serious.
And I smiled.

Then, for all of them, I became unforgettable.
And I began to write.

When I became defenseless,
nature had no choice but to accept the situation.

My one true weakness:

Her.
Only her.

The magnificent woman.
And honestly, who could blame her?

We are born from Her.
We see ourselves in Her.
We never want Her to leave.

And then we always look for another.

Men can be such bastards.

Nando

“You were already in my mind. Keeping a copy would have been pointless.”