"she wanted to grow young with him. She wanted to go back to those times she was so afraid of everything and have his hand to hold. She wanted to be in his dead grandmother's garden and hear his laugh. She wanted to tell him about the seagull flying in the dusk in the beach on the same day that happened. She wanted to be there when his puppy died. She wanted to run with him in the empty street and spit and draw and show things, and feel genderless energy among them.

She had meet people before she wanted to grow old with, into the unkown that is the feeling of your body failing you. But not with him, he wasn't about things you HAD to do."

escrevi isso faz tipo um ano, sempre que releio gosto muito.