#timely

he’s not italian, but is beloved in italy. he’s their predestined one, but his car is never the fastest. he has eight race wins. here comes a teenage boy who has none of his grief. but the teenage boy has none of the country-wide italian adoration he has, despite being italian. the teenage boy drives for a german team, the teenage boy is not the one to fulfill a destiny, not the one who is close to being canonised into italian motorsport, but his car is the fastest. and the teenage boy has half the number of the predestined man’s race wins. only took him two years, and his dad kissed his cheek after his first pole. the teenage boy is not a myth, not in any prophecies, not widely beloved in his own country. but he is winning. oh god he is winning.

He is a good person, but not a good lover. I can see how much he cares about others especially his friends and family, but he forgets to take care of his girl too. I can see him as a gentleman, but he fails to be my man.