You!
oh, you who does not seem to exist! :) I have been searching high and low, under tables, chairs, at the very back of caves, cupboards, wardrobes, libraries, bookshops, hotels, vintage boutiques. So fine, be like that. Though I don’t see how you can. I’m Scully to your Mulder, you’re sweet like fragolino, you’re eerie because I can’t get to the bottom of you, you don’t say all that you know, when you smile you make my heart hurt, I’ve found you in a book sometimes, but then you melt away into black print. Gah.
