A while ago I finished watching a context, episode by episode, of the entire S1 of Blood of my Blood.
I started listening to Taylor, songs that perhaps by instinct, or intuition, I avoided hearing.
But now.
I'm scared.
I'm starting to lose hope again.
I finished phase 1 of what I hope will be a kind of emotional, poetic farewell.
Phase 2 will start in January 2026
While that happens. "The Love of My Life (Almost)" will continue production. Until I find a moment where I can close the story, finish it. Give it an epilogue.
Technically the novel has two seasons, I think. So, it depends on how it ends.
I'll be very lucky if it reaches a simultaneous ending with "The Mind of a Dead Poet"
If you're reading this... Forgive me.
If you are reading this, you will understand that it is something backward that I could not express at the right time.
Technically, it should change the title from "Love of My Life (Almost)" to "Actually Romantic"
Perhaps it is its typical Mexican novel title/subtitle
The year is almost over. And I'm afraid I'll have to stop having ideas and illusions.
I can't call you, I can't send you messages.
So, all of this will be my way of saying goodbye. Poetically, emotionally and sentimentally.
I know perfectly well that you will not return. You were very clear on that point.
Who am I to question you? A simple dead poet and lover. That's who I am.
The girl of my dreams, it will no longer be so.
The dream will end sooner or later. And I must face this hell of canon event. Like a goddamn "Dracarys" to myself.*
* (not like Laena Velaryon on HOTD, wth was that?)
