Flowers. A comic book I made with a friend who draws. I wrote the scenarios. Comic books of the Smurfs in Dutch. Perhaps a total of ten books, including Fear of Flying by Erica Young in Slovak, a book by Irvin Yalom. The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo in Hungarian, cause you are working to improve your Hungarian. Some books in French I have forgotten the titles of.

I can never give you enough. There is that sixties song ‘I can only give you everything’ and that fits the bill.

My presence should be enough. It shouldn’t be about presents. But I can’t stop it. Every shop, every stand on the street has become a buffet of options with things to give to you. I become delirious, become over excited and I only calm down when I feel like I have ‘harvested’ enough things to give to you.

Maybe when a man loves a woman that part of him gets activated that makes him want to go out and kill animals and bring the meat home to that woman.

I don’t kill animals for you. I would.

I just find meaningful stuff for you at Rituals, Yeme and so many other, smaller shops. And books. And I bombard you with poems, and text messages, and pictures of things I spot during my day that could be of interest to you.

Maybe I shouldn’t analyze it.

This is just what happens when a man loves a woman.

He feverishly shares his talents, gifts and resources with that woman.

And I have no problem with it. You sometimes have a problem with it, but all I wish for is for you to just accept my offerings and let me make you happy.

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