macrocefalo
I think you kind of fall in love with everyone you meet. It's part of your charm. You're in love with love. You know, I wondered to what extent you were what I saw in you or just what I wanted to see in you, I wanted to know to what extent you weren't just a projection of what I felt, and if that was the case, until when would I be able to see in you all those things that fascinated me and that, deep down, always deep down, maybe weren't even yours, but mine, and I thought that loving was just being able to see, and falling out of love was no longer being able to see, you know?