I remember I didn’t know what to expect, nor when. I always felt a step behind and inappropriately inappropriate, like your mind was racing ten thousand times faster than mine, and in all possible directions, even those I’d never seen or thought of. Thinking back, I’m amazed that I even got to catch up with how you were one year ago, and wonder where – and what – you are now. It’s interesting how we got to meet in the most unexpected places, and claim a corner of stillness for us for a time that never seemed enough. It felt like you never stopped on the outside, but I saw how badly you wanted to pause what was happening inside you.
For some random reason something has brought back the few memories we share – the last one, a cold January afternoon on a deserted school yard, grey-dark sky, me without a backpack spending my last hours in a place I’d always miss.
There’s no proper English translation for the Italian word “inafferrabile”, but it describes you perfectly.
And as I think of all this I just hope you’ve figured it out, somehow.
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