Tacio Oliveira

Dear boyfriend, I’m leaving…

Hey, I was there this morning when you left for work. It so happens that, if you are reading this, it means that I’m not there anymore. By now, I’ll be taking a cappuccino at Heathrow Airport Terminal 5, waiting for the flight that’ll take me back to Brazil. The following pages were taken from my personal journal. That little black book that I bought so I could write more. That one I told you’d become my first book, remember? I guess you don’t. While I was paying for it, I’ve heard over my shoulder your voice asking: “Are you finally writing it or is it just another silly idea that you will let unfinished inside a drawer?”