I would like to travel and see art museums.
But here, at most my partner.
I remember previous birthdays, the most important day for me is the next one
I don't feel it necessary, I don't understand parties, noise, ceremonies.
I remembered my last party earlier.
I was 7 years old
A classmate of mine opens the door for me.
They were glad I went.
They didn't expect it.
The strange thing is that I erased my memories of him and they stopped at that precise moment, he was truly a beautiful person.
Now it's gone.
Last month I took yet another plane.
And I visited my parents' graves, among the new ones was his.
I don't even know what happened to him.
He was so young.