Be my Valentine

Cheesy, I now. What can I say? When you have something good you celebrate it, right? Or is it that you’re kind of dumb?

Anyway, this is not about you, my new one-sided acquaintance. See, ours -his and mine- is a love story. I don’t have a doubt nor will ever do, and life itself will tell the shapes it will take through time: this is my tiny attempt for capturing at least a glimpse of what could be a sort of doodle of all the expressions of being we paint on our faces after every experience memory changes and deletes.

Let me make it clear to you, you kinky curious reader (I mean, who knows how you got here, but you sure are) that this is not a love letter or Valentine’s card (though if the time is enough I'll deliver). This is a bigger project for a bigger person, an invitation to tell a two sided story knowing only one bell; and discover the other through time and tales.

Both of us have access to this blog, and a year of subscription. Shall we see where it goes?