// ABOUT YOU. ABOUT US //

We could have known each other while I crossed the street distracted, listening "The staves" loudly. Humming alone like the world didn't exist. You could be spending the summer here to escape the snow that covers the window of your room. Or simply, you could be any Brazilian boy that asked for coffee at the same time as me to the waitress in the green apron.

But no. 

Of course, after my 7987845629103 disappointments, I only really wanted to lay my head on my pillow and to think of nobody, just me. But life is stubborn, she does what she wants. And then by some force, I met someone when I was fine being alone and while I was in the busiest year of my life, still the force made me meet someone 7000k away from me (If I ran there right now would I get there?). 

Is it irony or destiny? Let's examine the facts. If I hadn't watched a video by a Brazilian girl recommending Omegle, waited many days to remember again the name of the site, gone on the site, talked with 99787541 people and not talked to 99787540, MAYBE, but only maybe, I would have met you. You were person number 99787542. And liked you the more we talked. Looking at it this way, I can say that it was destiny. But... 

When I remember the thousands people that are around me, how many boys there are passing around me every day and how many opportunities I had to meet someone and I didn’t want to. Then I met you, who lives beyond the blue sea to north of the Pacific Ocean. Really, it is filled with irony. So let's combine the two; all of this is the fault of ironic fate.

Or maybe it's your fault. Yes, your fault. You understand my humor so well (or no?). In spite of the fact that I don't speak your language well and our conversations are completely by phone or computer. Because you're so beautiful with a beard growing on your face. And I never would prefer something easier, something more affordable, and that is the truth. Ok, the fault is mine too. 

Guy, you're making a mess of me and my life. Not long ago, you arrived. I don't know, 2 months? It's a short period of time to do this much damage. 

This is not a love text of passion dripping from my eyes and despair flowering on my skin. Nope. For the first time in my life, I've never been so calm in relation to a person that made me lose sleep and hunger for one night and one day. But seriously, I'm calm. I want build "it". "It" is us. For the first time in my life, I want try to make it work. I hope you want that too.

I don't know when and on which street I'll meet you. But it will be an event that I'll wait for with all my heart. Because everybody that sees me walking in the street will know that I met you.

And for a finish, I only wish to ask that every day you choose to stay and to try. Because I sincerely only have one desire: to listen to you laugh while listening our favorite song and talking about the reasons of you grow up your beard. I'll be drinking coffee and you your hot chocolate. A desire perfectly mine. A desire completely perfect.

But let's stay calm, take every day at a time. Our motto.