I always remember that day. I want my destiny to remain on the same path because this is what I was made for.
If you look at me, you’ll think the worst. I’m cold but I love that moment when I get filled with someone’s body warmth. When I am hugged and I can feel that skin, the human flesh surrounding me, it’s like I’m completly changed. I am so touched I turn red but I am not ashamed, I’m just moved to be that close to a person’s heart.
I was afraid when he first touched me, he grabbed me hard, but then I wished he’d never let me go. I could feel his hands were very strong and powerful.
There were days when, because of him, I ended up covered in blood. On one hand, I loved that sensation, but honestly I was just idolatrising him, I was absorbed by the smile he had every time he finished.
In no time I became also his best friend. I knew all his secrets, he confided in me, he trusted me so I couldn’t let him down. Every day we had a new adventure, I knew he loved me too, but he also made me reach a lot of strangers’ hearts. Later I understood that this was only an obsession to him, a desire and I only represented the means to obtain it.
But in the end, what do I know? I’m just a knife.
