THE CHARACTER
He is probably the most beautiful man i could see with my own eyes.
He is delicate and raffinate and very gentle and a truly prince of fairy tales.
He is white opale, thin, expensive.
You can admire it, but you can't touch it. Or you could break it.
He is almost invisible. Translucent.
He has bigger eyes than i though but he is less tall than I though.
He is like an untouchable angel, like a sparkling presence in the air.
He is like a porcelain doll.
He is unreal.
YOU
You're real.
And I don't know you at all.
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All this it started probably before I left for Taiwan.
Before I made my first video, the one that featured the cupcakes, remember?
The
we are all the same, you're not different one.
It started exactly when you wrote
I don't like that feeling.You, the man, and he, the character, started to be a difficult matter for me.
I started thinking about you as a person not as a character.
(And you ARE a character cause an *IDOL* IS a character).
And I started writing to YOU, here.
When I won the contest and you chose (or supposed to) *personally* *my* video, I started thinking about you almost only as human being.
But if I face an human being my reactions are completely different if I face an "idol".
When I *meet* people, I see human beings. And I'm used to treat them like human beings, so like me. I don't scream at them, I don't wanna touch them, I don't think to ***know them*** only cause I saw 5 or 5000 videos on youtube, and I'm absolutely not excited to holding hands to someone I don't know. So, basically, if I meet a person and we don't share nothing, the contact is useless and I don't feel anything.
So I didn't feel anything.
My problem.
A problem.
THE PROBLEM, actually.
Cause I have a problem, right now.
And it's a big one, do you know that?
[Trying to find a solution.]
[Trying to escape from the maze.]
You wasn't my rose.
So you was nothing to me.
Cause the rose was he.
BUT it's difficult to say right now.
Cause I always wrote to YOU here. Never to him.
So, even if I don't know you, maybe YOU are the rose now.
The problem is, like I said before, I feel like dumped.
And I miss my rose.
A LOT.
BUT I'm trying to figure out what the hell the rose IS.
WHO the hell the rose is, actually.
The only thing I know for sure is.
I MISS MY ROSE A LOT.
[I can't breathe.]I MISS MY ROSE.
A LOT.
