sideblog for @newar

no.

well, look, i’m going to tell you my story. a long time ago, i met a chick, a girl.

okay.

and i got along really well with her. yeah, really well right from the start too. and...

there was a connection, wasn’t there?

you know those intense friendships where you don’t know what’s going on, right?

okay, okay, okay. there was a connection, but you didn’t know what it was.

that’s it. but look.

ah, sorry. she’s getting impatient. forgive me, kika, forgive me.

i introduced her to my friends and my group. they loved her. i mean, it was all really cool. on my birthday, ages ago, four years ago, well, i invited her. i was with my friends, and she got on really well with one of my girlfriends. anyway, they started talking. they started talking. i felt something at the time, but i didn’t know because she didn’t tell me.

you could tell.

i could tell, but she didn’t tell me.

the body always knows before the mind does.

i think i asked her. she said no. anyway, they were talking. but the thing is when i found out they were together. i mean, flirting, hooking up, seeing each other, that sort of thing.

right.

but the thing is, she kept talking to me, you know? and she kept flirting. she’s the sort of girl who likes to flirt. i mean, me too, me too, a lot. i love flirting, but anyway.

i like honesty. well done, kika.

well, anyway, we kept talking, but you know, just joking around, you know? the thing is, i got on really well with the other one, and it’s important to say that a long time ago, before all this, i’d been involved with the other one.

right. kika, let’s see. the thing is, you liked both of them.

that’s true. i liked one more than the other.

‘how can you love two women at the same time and not be mad?’ [rosi serenades kika] there’s a song that’s actually about this.

well, there it is. i suppose.

yes, really, really. but anyway, here. it’s so hot, kika, you’re making me hot.

no, let’s just say this happened. the one the other girl knew, i mean, the one who was my friend, she went away to study.

right.

so, what’s going on?

that you chose the one who didn’t leave.

no, i mean, it’s not like that. i mean—

you stayed with the one who didn’t leave.

no.

no? sorry.

i'm confusing you, aren’t you?

no, patience, patience, patience. but i’m starting to get it.

i mean, i mean, my friend who was with her and was still messing about with me, i told the other one who left: ‘hey, we’d better not break up.’ because you’re far away, you’re going far away, we’d better not part.”

bye.

bye. something like that. and of course, i stayed with her.

right.

she stayed with me. she chose me. because i was close by, i paid her attention, i gave her everything.

well, obviously.

we stayed together. and we didn’t talk much about the other one, but every now and then she’d say to me: ‘well, i’m still with her.’

she’s still there.

yes, but she’s not here anymore, i’m not sure. the thing is, for six months i was with her, and then the other one came back.

she came back from her trip.

she came back from her trip.

they always come back.

they always come back. and that was it. anyway, she came back and said to me, the one i was with: ‘hey, we’ve got to call it quits.’ and she went off with the other one again. and they had a long relationship.

but...this is a love triangle that i don’t—i’m lost. the bermuda triangle rather than a love triangle. i’m lost, but this is absolutely massive.

*shaking their heads*

what i see here is a lot of loose pearls. kika, enough to make a necklace. so today we can dedicate a song to this love—to this love triangle. what do you think, kika? because that’s life. life is complex, life has its rough edges, life has sweet things and moments and precious things. and then it also has those, those tensions, those friction points. and that’s life, and i love that you’ve come here. 

life is very beautiful too.