A story that my roommate likes me to write a story about.
About his Idol and his girlfriend.
I think at least it is his Idol.
Max Verstappen I am talking about.
He is a very known formule1 driver, Kelly Piquey is his girlfriend.
In case you didn’t know.
As much I like to write love stories.
I can’t write about others.
That is their life.
I also don’t think it is really romantic to talk and write about others.
Even if it is with good intentions and in a loving way.
It is not really my kind of writing.
Also.
Apart from that I can’t make things up.
Although I write perhaps sometimes a bit fictional, there is always a certain amount of reality and it is nothing out of this world.
Nothing we don’t know or we should be ashamed of.
The thoughts I have and the feelings I am feeling.
The things I am saying and the things I am writing.
The point I’d like to make is that when it comes to the love stories I write, it comes from my point of view.
The things I see and experience.
If others see something in it for themselves, they can take it.
It is safe to do it like that.
Also someone’s love life, or life in general is not my responsibility.
I can only write about myself and my own reality.
My own standards and believes.
But if they would come to me and ask me about them and their love.
Then still, I can only write something according to my own senses.
If that is a love story, I don’t know.
It depends on their question and what they want to know from me.
Also where I can help and assist.
What I think is good to known.
I am still in charge about the words I speak or put down on paper.
But to say something about Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, his girlfriend.
As far as I know from the information from the magazines, since I don’t know them personally and that is really my only reference.
I think they will live happily ever after.
I hope it will be also after this life.
I wish them well.
I guess, that is really the only thing I can say.
About them.
If that is love related, I will leave that up to you.
Hope you liked my story.