STEP ONE: HAVE SOME FUCKING HAIR.
STEP FUCKING TWO:
STEP I’M FUCKING DONE THAT’S IT.
TA FUCKING DA
TARZAN!!!
Dear WIM. I never really liked you at first. That may not be such a disappointment now but it could be when you were little. You were just this annoying little kid. You smelled nice, most of the time. But you didn’t seem to have much interest in me. Which I of course found inexplicably insulting. It was just you against the world. Funny how some things never change. So I cruised along, doing my thing, acting the fool. Not really understanding how being in love changes you. And I don’t remember the exact moment everything changed; I just know that it did. One minute I was impenetrable, nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements. Loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact it’s been almost too much to bear. As your friend, I made a silent vow to protect you from the world, never realizing that I was the one hurting you the most. When I flash forward, my heart breaks. Mostly because I can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride, how could you? I am just a child in a man’s body. I care for nothing and everything at the same time. Noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give. It’s getting dark, too dark to see.
