Tchaikovsky you rascal you
My first ever girlfriend and I would listen to Tchaikovsky together.
At the time I didn't get it. At all.
I would look at her with her eyes closed and know she was some place special. I would close my eyes also but to take a nap. No loss to me as napping is one of my favourite hobbies because I am secretly an old man haha
She and I were always on different pages, yet bound in the same book. Mere chapters from each other. She would cut and perm her own hair. It was wild.
We ended like Tchaikovsky's last symphony- we sadly slowing petered out....
At the time I didn't get it. At all.
I would look at her with her eyes closed and know she was some place special. I would close my eyes also but to take a nap. No loss to me as napping is one of my favourite hobbies because I am secretly an old man haha
She and I were always on different pages, yet bound in the same book. Mere chapters from each other. She would cut and perm her own hair. It was wild.
We ended like Tchaikovsky's last symphony- we sadly slowing petered out....
Too much friendship for love. Too much love for friendship.
Also, did you know Tchaikovsky was gay? He was. In a time when it wasn't ok to be gay.
Only Naked Friend
I don't like the term "partner".
It makes me feel like we are joint owners of a vacuum cleaner repair shop.
"Girlfriend" doesn't really clarify anything either.
And generally just leads to further questions.
And you deserve better than that.
You deserve something that isn't tarnished yet.
Which is why I call you my "naked friend".
Only naked friend.





