Coco Invasion: My Foreign Correspondent Speaks!

This is my first time to write on my boyfriend’s blog.

The story is that i was very lonely, aching for something i don’t have the most; a real person.

I said to myself, well why not check the worst tool on earth; online profiles. I uploaded some photos for me, thinking that there will be impossible chance to find someone who fits my profile. Then i went through the profiles, stared 4 minutes on broad shoulders, crisp eyes, and tremendous perfection. I wrote some words, desperate words, for such perfection is hard to be left without a lifetime companion to take care of and to cherish.

The weirdness is that i found a reply, a sweet message that shows quality, perfect written language, intellectuality and a soft tone.

And oh my Lord it was a killer!

I found what is called love it all came facile and easy. A love of a lifetime grew and embraced me in a disregard of pain. Oh Chris came to my life a man beyond all expectations. A reason to live for.

He invades me all of me and control my heart until i can’t breathe whenever i listen to his melodic voice. A love that can’t be found in this century. A challenge of two gay people in the time of the war. An open poem that will never end except with our own life time. A man that is once in a lifetime. A deep inside agony whenever he leaves my sight or the time takes few minutes away from his smile.

Whoever knows Chris sit in his chair that he has just left and feel his presence in its warmth and tell me how the ease and comfort is; because i miss him so much.

Each time i see Chris is a new life for me. Now it is 124 days since Chris invaded my leftovers embraced them and made me what i am now …. A happy man.

Who ever saw Chris in the street stop him and ask him for the time or anything and tell me did he smile to you? How it feels when he smiles? Isn’t it he the most handsome guy in the whole world.

If you work in a restaurant that Chris eats at it, collect the ashes of air that touched his beard and blow them to me. As i miss his smell in my pillows and my my shoulders.

Oh Chris i can’t stop loving you, who taught you to be what you are? What are you made of? Oh baby you wasted me but i love it. You made me moan for you.

Chris thank you.