I had pasta and I didn't finish it

 Sebas wanted me to watch this film we laughed about for years. I remember when it came out, six years ago, when it was still weird if a non-Ghibli anime film arrived to the cinema. "I want to eat your pancreas" and we just couldn't believe that was the real title. Critics were nice but just the name was so stupid we couldn't go. He watched and said to me today it's probably one of his top 10 films (he didn't specify if general films or anime), that he had only cried more with Coco. That's worth watching, then, and there I went, downloaded it and put it. I don't like anime anymore, it only has four or five types of stories repeating themselves over and over. This one, after all, was another slice of life. With an interesting plot-twist, yes, but nothing more. I was there crying, of course, when you replied to my text. Almost at the same time the girl who is gonna die (spoiler alert) was giving a speech about what living meant to her. Connection. Interaction with people. A lot of very nice drawings of people loving eachother. And there I was, pretending I was not falling apart while replying to you. Debating about answering to the good night. Thinking what to do next, the subtitles desyncronized, it lost a bit of the magic but I wasn't liking it that much anyway. I'm becoming a potato little by little, hiding in the ground, not even wanting to cry anymore, wondering if you will ever ask about the cold I was having but probably you won't even remember so I hide a bit more. I don't want to cry, I don't want to make a project plan, I want a bit of sun and a coffee place open after five and I want you to ask about my cold and to bring me some stupid souvenir that reminded you of me. But I can't expect you to love me like that. I don't. But it is what I need. After all we will all die from pancreas stuff and I don't want to eat your pancreas, eugh, I don't want your soul to live inside me but deep down a little piece is already with me.