My mom used to tell me when I was young “you’re a wildfire Paolo, be gentle, go slow.” But I never really understood. All the people I’ve been in love with told me “you’re too much for me.” I’ve come to the conclusion I am too difficult to handle, too hard to love. I feel like I’m loved by many but maybe my mom is right, I am a wildfire; pretty to look at, but from a distance
Published on December 18, 2014 15:09