I got through the lamenting of the untimely demise of “Angel the series”. I was sad, I still wish it lasted one more season at least, but getting into perspective: it is silly to dwell on it for long. So I am moving on – to the Valentine’s Day.
St. Valentine’s Day is still The Weird Custom of Foreign People for me, and has mostly literary associations. It is something crazy Ophelia sang about, it is something from the The Pickwick Papers
, not from the real life.
Yet because I am shallow and easily influenced by popular culture, I was thinking about it. After prolonged thinking I decided to tell you a story about something that also has no connection to real life – my crush, no my… what exactly? .. . let’s say ‘pure love’ that has lasted 10 years already. It is kind of perpetual background, most of the time I don’t even remember that it is here. But it is. Who is that translucent image on the background, the hero of my decade-old crush? Look at my icon. He was young and cute so long ago. ( Alessandro di Mariano Felipepi, called Botticelli )