[…] I am ready in June to tell my father the truth. “We are too old and wise now to go on pretending. Let us enjoy our maturity and not romanticize. You will continue to be a Don Juan until you die because you thrive on the foam of conquest. You are made for fluidity, not the absolute. Between us there is only narcissism, and I have grown beyond this. Let us pay each other the compliment of not lying to each other.”
