Chapter 2

I've always had my father's name for as long as I can remember. The first one I had was when I was 4 years old, in a huge diaper, with an Indian chief's headdress on my head and body paint on my body. I didn't recognize anyone around me, and it only lasted a few moments.

The memory, the one in which one is in full possession of one's powers. Just one, then I was fully aware of myself and others. But I still wonder if I am who I am, finally...

I grew up in a single-parent family, where my mother constantly extolled the virtues of my father, even though he had separated and they had each started their lives again with different partners. As for my father, he was plunged into an endless silence, probably due to my lack of questions on the subject.

"the Relationships"

I spent my entire youth studying behavior, based on supposed experiences and all the hypothetical assumptions about behavior patterns, of people of the opposite sex as well as the same sex.

I have sometimes pleased both men and women, and my years of observation have taught me this: "Love, who wants to." Even if I love more than anything, I cannot force the reciprocity of this love.

I love you, you don't love me, I suffer.

You love me, I don't love you, you suffer.

I don't love you, you don't love me; we suffer from loving others if they don't love us in return.

And the examples are legion.

If we are saddened by the pain caused to a person who loves us, but whom we don't love in return, and we decide to love them. This choice is detrimental to us the day we don't defend this love tooth and nail, since we don't simply love them, but rather it's a decision that involves sacrifice. That of forcing ourselves, and therefore of not loving while wanting it with all our heart, soul, heart, and mind, as we often say. This has the consequence of saddening the person we claim to love by the response given.

I loved the one who didn't love me, I loved the one who loved me, I loved the one who pretended to love me, and even the one who pretended not to love me, with only one fixed idea in mind: being in a relationship.

Just formed a couple. Simple you will tell me. A person and another person of the same sex or of different sex. transgender, woman change to man, man change to woman, two. There is even polyamour, multiamour, in short all kinds of love. But in the end, all the parts must decide to stay together.

It was by striving toward this goal with all that it entails, not to prove anything, or to try to succeed, or those parents who failed or succeeded, that I met him.

This girl

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