I do not intend to tell you about my mental struggles. You will have in my hands my simplicity and my lightness, which may not be entirely true, but were created with great affection so as not to frighten people like you. I will not dwell on the complexity of my thoughts, my duality or my doubts about any feeling in the world. I’ll leave you with the best part because I know you deserve it. I keep for myself the crises of identity and the desire to disappear. I will not lecture you about my frailties and my insecurities. Maybe I’ll tell you sometimes about my sadness, but only to gain a little more affection. I offer my good humor, my patience and you should know that this is not a very common offer…❤️

© Beatriz Esmer