Eight Billion Thoughts For You

Mad Love

It is as if I had lived this story just to write it. 

Italy, this villa, Rome, this van, his smile. 

And this tenderness that we had for each other that made all those who looked at us jealous. 

Then I loved him as we love a madman. 

And by dint of loving a madman, I myself have gone mad until I could no longer write at all.