Genova Before Christmas
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Came to Genova for the weekend and told Dad properly about Yuri. He already knew enough to be irritating. He asked sensible questions, which is worse than teasing because sensible questions require sensible answers. `”Do you like him?”` Yes. `”Does he treat you well?”` Yes. `”Does your mother like him?”` This investigation is ongoing. Then Dad nodded and changed subject to food, which I love him for. We walked near the sea later. I called Yuri when we got back. Hearing his voice while looking out of Dad’s window produced a strange collision between two parts of my life that hadn’t met yet.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.