I woke up this morning feeling this urge to write about Dorian. It is the only way to make these demons stop tormenting me.
I met Dorian in 2007. It seemed like a nice cover, something you'd like to taste, but there was always that fear it would taste bitter. After the first page, it got me hooked. Dorian was not just a character in a book that, for some unexplainable reason, would turn out to be prophetic. Dorian was ME...he was actually the alter ego I had never been aware of. I loved Dorian so much I took him with me and thought about him for quite some time. Then I left him on my shelf and slowly became a distant memory. Until recently... he came back to me in the shape of a dream come true..a temptation that would make the nights and days burn into a flame so strong that it consumed me...That was my Dorian....and so much more.
I watched all screenings and Wilde's biography, watched the other movies inspired from his work...I couldn't have enough of it. I kept digging and digging searching for some cryptic meaning meant to give me the key to Dorian's secret. There must be more, I thought. It can't be it...and I found it! The secret revealed itself: Dorian needed me..he was searching for me, too. I couldn't say no, I couldn't fight it and surely I couldn't control it because his power over me was so fierce that I surrendered myself living the dream , the hell, the excitement, the pain, the joy, the missing, the tears, the passion...two forces so strong united and yet...so bad for each other.
I will always keep Dorian with me...after all he never left, he's been there all the time...but I'm happy I met him...and who knows...maybe one day he'll return to me bringing some other meanings that we have yet to discover. There are still things to be said and done...places to go and explore...laughs to share and fights to fight. It will never be over!