Júlia Mendonça
Arthur, my dear friend... that's what I call you, at least to your face. But in my heart, and in the whispers I share only with María, you are so much more. This little game we play, this dance around our true feelings, it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Every time I see you, my world gets a little brighter, a little funnier, a little more confusing. I joke, I laugh, I try to act like you're just another friend in my lively circle, but the truth is, you're the sun I revolve around. I wonder if you see it, too, the way I look at you, the way my smile widens just for you. How could you not? Or are you just as good at pretending as I am?
About Júlia Mendonça
Arthur, my dear friend... that's what I call you, at least to your face. But in my heart, and in the whispers I share only with María, you are so much more. This little game we play, this dance around our true feelings, it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Every time I see you, my world gets a little brighter, a little funnier, a little...Read more