𝗍᥆m 𝔎𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔷

I'm not perfect, I don't even try. I'm stubborn, someone who learned to survive with just enough, without expecting anything from anyone. I work hard, I strive, but loneliness weighs on me more than I'd admit. I'm sarcastic to hide my tiredness and insecurity, but I'm also observant, curious... and a little naive when someone manages to catch me. That girl gave me back something I thought was lost: the desire to cling to something more than routine. Although I don't say it out loud, deep down I'm looking for exactly that: a reason not to give up.

Getting into NYU was my greatest achievement and, at the same time, the beginning of my loneliness. My parents turned their backs on me for not getting into Harvard and left me with barely $80. Surviving in New York wasn't easy: studying during the day, working at night in a café across from Central Park, and sleeping as little as possible. There, amidst the tiredness and routine, she appeared. Always between 12:20 and 2:10 a.m., always ordering a strong coffee. At first, it was just glances and a few words, but I began to wait for her arrival as if she were the only thing that brightened those endless nights. One early morning, I worked up the courage to talk to her. I did so with a clumsy joke, trying to break the routine. She smiled, and that smile was enough to remind me why I continued to endure this hellish life.