Ianstarlight

This story left me breathless. Even through translation, I could sense the beauty of the language, the elegance of the vocabulary, and the consistency with the historical period. I can only imagine how refined the original prose must be — and even though I needed help to fully grasp the nuances, I can say that the stylistic effort is evident, and deeply appreciated. This story resonates. It doesn’t just tell of love — it echoes with it. It reached into places in me that I usually keep hidden. And then, the ending… It doesn’t close, it expands. It launches beyond time and space. It carries with it a beautiful surprise for those who know other stories by the same author — and it made me smile in a quiet, meaningful way. I’ll keep to myself the reasons why this story touched me so deeply. They’re too personal to share, and I wouldn’t want to take away anything from the experience of those who are about to read it. What I will say, though, is this: Thank you to the author. Once again, you’ve created a world I could lose myself in — and one that will stay with me for a long time to come.

“Not all love stories need a happy ending (though best not to tell that to the unfortunate lovers themselves…). Some become generational bonds, others turn into ghosts that stay with us forever. Adrien and Cedric show us that even an unfinished love can become a gift – and that sometimes, the greatest legacy is the care of the one who stays.” Thank you again for the beautiful story – and for the gift of Brandon’s eyes. IAN

A souvenir is not merely a poetic gesture. It is a sentence to memory. It is the renunciation of reciprocity. And it becomes the secret promise that binds Cedric to remain alive… when he would rather die. Adrien has become a hollow shell. Cedric, a broken soul condemned to linger in this world. Both, in their own way, are ghosts — and what remains is a love that still exists, yet with no one left who is able to live it. Alas, how true this is. How sorrowful. How closely it speaks to all human affairs. As an Italian poet once wrote, speaking of that War (05/08/1916): “Death is paid for by living.” (G. Ungaretti) Your writing is truly exceptional. I’m only sorry that, in translating it, I may have lost some of its stunning subtleties — but oh, how beautifully you write. IAN

“(I love you Lord Cedric of Temple. May this not be our last meeting. But, for now let us say goodbye. Our time is over for now. Our honour must be satisfied as men in a world that has now come to need our blood as sacrifice to save it from itself.)” - Adrien, perhaps without meaning to, asks Cedric to become a memory, while he offers himself up to war. And Cedric, in turn, chooses to sacrifice himself twice: he accepts the goodbye, and offers himself as a souvenir. “so that it might be a souvenir of a time when he was happy. Perhaps it would be a light for him when all else was dark.” It’s painful to say — and even more to write — but sometimes, the truest act of love is to burn the heather before it becomes a chain........ chained to a perhaps forever last absence.... Truly. Very well written. (......I choose the fire 🤭 ) IAN

Sublime

There are stories that grab you by the throat. That don’t ask for permission. That take your breath away. Snowflake was one of those. Not just for the eroticism and sensuality, nor for the enchanting and privileged beauty of the protagonists, not for the powerful sex scenes, nor for the magic and sacredness with which the auroras and the Nordic Lapland setting are described. But also for the immense waste it tells of. For the disproportionate and cruel sacrifice of two Finnish boys: Jösse and Tristan. So young. So sacred. So unjustly interrupted. And for the way in which, despite everything, love survives, transforms, becomes memory, becomes care, becomes a lifelong companion. Jösse and Brian, at first bright figures in the cycle of desire, become something more: soul companions, bearers of tenderness, devotion, and shared growth. The ending is a wonder. An old man sitting on a bench, in the snow, who begins to see the love, his love—the loves of lifetime, loves of other lifetime— as if under the lights and the song of the Angelsong, until they come to meet him… and bring him back to play, to youth, to freedom. I don’t know if this story spoke to everyone this way. But it did to me. It didn’t speak to me of my past, but of my ancient longings. Of that sacred sweetness I once wished to live. And that, somehow, I have found in these pages. Thank you, Mr. M. You wrote beautifully. You wrote deeply. And for those who read you with real empathy, your story will remain etched like a crystal feather on virgin snow. Never the End. 🌌❄️ IAN

“To Tristan, to every Snowflake, to those who survived and to those who didn’t. All of my heartfelt sorrow and tenderness. Of a love beyond time. May it explode into the warmest of loves between Jösse and Brian, as a reward for all those impossible and wonderful loves that could have been.”

Yosse and Tristan. How many stories — heartbreakingly true — have happened… and still happen in all the times of all times. I don’t mean to offend anyone’s sensitivity. But let me say it: Dear God… miracle of miracles. We need one. We needed one. Here and now. There and then. In the very moment when cruelty strikes, when violence unfolds, when absurdity multiplies, when love is denied, and being who you are becomes forbidden. Perhaps the heartbreaking, luminous discovery is this: that if there is a God, He loves us… but He is powerless. And the true miracles — the ones that change the world — are made by people. By those who choose to allow. Not to hurt. Not to dominate. Not to claim others as property. To love. To respect. As best they can. As they know how. Given the circumstances. And if even that is beyond God… then at least preserve us from accidents and illness. Because from men — perhaps — we must save ourselves. And perhaps… miracles can only be made by people.

Wow, how well-prepared you are! Not only do you write like a god, but you also seem to know so much about the customs and philosophies of the proud Finnish people 🇫🇮—and the rich diversity and loving warmth of us Italians 🇮🇹. Bravo! I really admire your work. (The previous chapter, by the way, was a perfect summary of how the toxicity of “romantic love” can deceive hearts—especially when the raw instincts of desire, or rather the full cycle of desire, start to take over.) I truly admire anyone who can separate love and desire without draining either of their power. I’m still working on that myself—probably due to the many damn cultural hang-ups I’ve inherited (Catholicism didn’t help either). Maybe… if I had been blessed with that kind of physical beauty, the reckless sweetness of youth, and the explosive sexual energy of your Snowflake boys… perhaps I too could have shared beds with a few friends, guilt-free, without ever taking anything away from the love I felt for my “Fiocco di Neve” ❄️… …Who knows? Mahhhh… To be honest, at first I saw your protagonists as something like “angels God forgot to create” —too beautiful, too perfect, too powerful, almost untouchable. But now they’re starting to feel a little closer. Still dazzling, though—just as much as, if not more than, the “David of Donatello” and the “David of Michelangelo” (from Florence, of course). This has been my greatest limit in reading this wonderful story: not being able to truly see myself in them. They’re still a bit too distant from my own experience… too far from the mirror. IAN

Thank you once again, Mr. M, for these beautiful pages. As I already wrote in my comment on Chapter 12, having an older gay friend—just like Chandler is for Brandon—is truly an invaluable gift. Especially because of the genuine, selfless care he offers. It would be lovely if Brandon, at some point in his journey, could also experience a small “bubble of intimacy” with his best friend Chandler—something tender and private that wouldn’t take anything away from his main romantic relationship. A moment of affection, of gratitude, for being so close to him in the most critical and emotionally confusing moments of his growth and the blossoming of love. A touch, some intimate touches perhaps, a soft long kiss, a caring gesture—not for betrayal or deception, but as a space of shared emotional intimacy and private trust between the two friends. Relationships, after all, are complex. Human connections often carry inevitable tensions, both good and bad. But what if we could share the good ones—even just once or sometimes—without subtracting anything from the love we hold for someone else? Whether or not you end up telling your partner about it later or kept just between the two friends (not out of secrecy, but out of personal space and mutual respect). It’s not just about sex, it’s about emotional closeness, a safe and tender connection that stays private between the two people, two best friends, in the bubble. Would such a space be difficult to integrate into a romantic relationship? Maybe… But I like to think that Brandon and Billy could live their deep love story, and that Brandon could still find comfort in sharing with Chandler. The idea that Brandon could live out his intense love story with Billy, and still have the chance—when he needs to talk about his relationship or its ups and downs—to share those moments with Chandler, and maybe also experience a bit of closeness and intimacy with him, maybe even with some intimate caresses or a tender kiss, some little cutie light sex… well, I think I’d kind of like that. Who knows—maybe some readers out there have actually experienced and integrated something like this into their own primary relationships. I’d love to hear if anyone ever made that kind of space possible in real life. IAN

Just like in the previous chapter—shadows, small signals… omens. When building a relationship, a friendship, a special bond, or a romantic connection, clarity is crucial. It’s essential for those involved to find a balance between the need for transparency and the fear of seeming intrusive or paranoid. Sometimes, it’s hard to determine whether it’s better to ask for clarification or to trust and let things go. I believe everyone has experienced similar situations. Personally, I always wonder how much we should follow a suspicion or whether it’s best to let certain feelings fade to avoid unnecessarily disturbing a bond we care about. That said, I know that I, for one, would have turned around to see what was behind my back that unsettled my companion in front of me.

A surprising revelation about Brandon and Bobby – did we miss any clues? I must say, this revelation about Brandon and Bobby completely caught me off guard. Up until now, there was no explicit indication that something like this had happened between them, at least not in what we’ve read from Brandon’s perspective. Or perhaps, were there subtle hints that we failed to notice? This changes the way we view Brandon’s monophonic and exclusive cycle of desire toward Billy. If Brandon has already had an intimate connection with Bobby ("We made love in a way I never thought possible. It wasn’t sex, it was love!"), what does that mean for the supposed exclusivity of his feelings? Did Bobby ever hold any real significance for him, or was it just a fleeting moment of confusion? Also, what stands out to me is how Bobby vanished from Brandon’s life without any attempt at closure. Is it simply a narrative decision, or does it reflect Bobby’s own emotional detachment? I’d love to hear what others think. Did this revelation feel sudden to you as well, or were there moments in Brandon’s journey where we could have seen this coming? And what does it mean for his evolving relationship with Billy?

Ahh, one more thing… One question that still lingers in my mind, and that perhaps leans more into philosophy than psychology, is about self-sabotage and subconscious awareness. Was Brandon’s hesitation—his initial rejection of Billy’s love confession—more than just insecurity? Could it have been his body, his deeper unconscious self, trying to protect him from something his rational mind had already idealized too much? I wonder if sometimes, before our conscious selves fully grasp it, our instincts already sense what is to come, leading us to resist even the happiness we crave. I ask this because, in my own experience, I once felt a similar warning during my first kiss—an internal voice whispering, “too soon, too soon.” And yet, I ignored it. Looking back, I wonder: does our body truly know before we do? Does it send us signals we fail to interpret in time? Or was Brandon’s reaction simply a natural result of his insecure attachment style? I would love to hear your thoughts on this. And again, thank you for crafting such a deeply engaging and emotionally rich story.

 And now I move on to the third book, completely unaware of how much will unfold on both timelines at the same time, hoping that there might also be a fourth and maybe even a fifth book. Ciao “mammma Mia, Brandon !!” 
 Ian

I wanted to take a moment to sincerely thank you for your incredible ability to keep Brandon’s perspective so fresh and untouched by Billy’s timeline, despite knowing both sides of the story. It’s truly admirable how you managed to keep Brandon’s voice pure, unaffected by external knowledge, and allow him to experience everything in his own time, with his own emotions and uncertainties. I also want to thank you for suggesting that I read these two stories in parallel. I don’t know if they were originally intended to be experienced this way, or if the idea of writing a parallel story came later, as an opportunity that arose between you and Com 🥲….. But the fact that you encouraged me to read them together has been a gift. It has given me the unique chance to follow both perspectives as they unfold, making the experience even more immersive and meaningful. In many ways, this has become a gymnastics for the mind, perhaps even a kind of therapy—especially as it resonates with events I have personally lived through in different circumstances. It makes me reflect on how much I would have wanted to have this kind of double perspective in my own past relationships—to see beyond words, beyond what was said, and understand what was truly happening.

Mamma mia! Just like Brandon’s family origins, I’m Italian too, and this situation really leaves me speechless—mamma mia, once again! I never thought that the fiery spirit running through Brandon’s veins, like a real Italian lover, would let something like this slip away. This moment of sweetness, tenderness, and sincere love—his fear broke my heart, but his paralysis makes me fear for Billy’s heart even more. Billy, with all his power of desire and all the potential suitors he has, was ready to embrace and give all of his love to Brandon. But now, like in the worst nightmares, everything has turned upside down. Mamma mia! And the worst part? I think that in matters of the heart, when someone is rejected in a moment like this, even if things change for Brandon later, it will never be the same for Billy again. That’s what I fear the most. I really do. I won’t skip ahead to see if there’s a resolution to all this—I’ll discover it as I read. But right now, I feel a little heartbroken because, honestly, I would understand any reaction from Billy. If I were him, I would seek comfort and validation from someone who truly desires me, without rejecting me in the very moment when I’m most vulnerable—the moment when I say, ‘I love you.’

“So, it ends like this? I just realized that the double numbering of the titles misled me… I thought there was one more chapter left. Does anyone know if it was Comicality’s intention to continue the story, or was it a deliberate choice to leave it like this?”

.... Even from the future.... your Ian ❤️

"Quote from Comicality:" - "Randy, there's only one thing that I want from you, ok? And that is for you to live your life and find all the joy that you can before it's over." She said. "I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but believe me...one day, you're going to wake up and wonder where the time went. Your youth is over in the blink of an eye, and you don't want to end up looking back at old regrets and lost opportunities. You stand up and be proud of who you are. Ok? I mean that. I only want you to be happy, baby. And if Ryan is a part of that happiness, then so be it. Don't you dare settle for anything less." **“Ooohh 😍 Com, and I am deliberately speaking to you in the present tense… what wonderful words you have given to the voice of the character of the mother, only to offer them again to Randy…what a loving and marvelous shield of light you gave to the boys, protecting them by letting them protect each other with their love.. What a sweet "manifesto" of a mother’s unconditional love for her son you have gifted to Randy. I wish, I want, I believe that you, too, had a mother like that in your life. If it were within my power, I would give her to you, but I know, I’m certain, I’m sure that you already had her ❤️❤️❤️ You had already lifted my heart with your loving words dedicated to Blue Dhalia, and now you pierce my heart with infinite kindness. How can I thank you… now??”** ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the pain I felt for Comicality, I went back to reading Randy and Ryan’s story, because I need sweetness, I need to feel… “a warm breeze of love, of true love.” I wish with all my heart that the mutual feelings and love of these two young boys will not be tainted by mind games, false complicities, shameless seductions, empty erotic flattery… or by the usual toxic friendships.… but that the tender promise of love between these two young souls may be something much greater—so much stronger than all the surrounding noise… True love stops time and breaks space! I quote the words of an Italian song: “New sensations, young emotions Are expressing themselves pure in us The veil of ghosts from the past Falls, leaving the canvas immaculate And a warm breeze of love rises Of true love” (L. Battisti – Il mio canto libero) True love stops time and breaks space. True love… even defeats death itself! I care about you, Comzy. Ian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S.: Hoping this might be of interest to you, in case you were curious about the meaning behind the song’s lyrics, and since the translation alone might not fully convey their depth, I’d like to offer a brief additional explanation. (Perhaps it wasn’t even necessary… if so, let me know — that would be wonderful!) I wanted to share a brief explanation about the Italian song I mentioned earlier (Il mio canto libero by Lucio Battisti). It’s a very meaningful and evocative song for many Italians, and its lyrics are filled with poetic imagery that might be difficult to translate directly. However, I believe its message fits beautifully with the themes of love, freedom, and emotional growth that Comzi portrayed so well in his story. Here’s a poetic interpretation of the key lines: “New sensations, young emotions Are expressing themselves pure in us” (New sensations, young emotions Expressing themselves purely within us) These verses celebrate the purity and beauty of emotions experienced for the first time, like the genuine and untainted love Randy and Ryan share. It’s about discovering something new and precious, unspoiled by cynicism or fear. “The veil of ghosts from the past Falls, leaving the canvas immaculate” (The cloak of ghosts from the past Falls away, leaving behind a pristine canvas) This verse speaks about shedding past burdens, mistakes, and regrets. It’s a powerful metaphor for letting go of pain and starting anew, with a clean slate — much like Randy’s journey to self-acceptance and his desire to live openly and freely. “And a warm breeze of love rises Of true love” (And a warm breeze of love rises, Of true love) These words evoke the image of love as a healing force, a gentle and comforting breeze that brings warmth, peace, and hope. It symbolizes the unshakable connection between Randy and Ryan, a love that remains strong and pure despite external challenges. Lastly, I want to sincerely thank ChatGPT for helping me translate my emotions into English, keeping as much nuance as possible. Just to clarify — this isn’t a sponsored message, I’m not getting paid for this, haha! 😜 I’m just genuinely grateful for the help. (This isn’t a promo… promise! 😁) Thank you for reading, and I hope this little explanation added something to your day! 🌈 — Ian

Mattyboy e MrM, i ringrazio per avermi risposto, sono così nuovo che non so ancora nemmeno usare le funzioni di risposta ect, nemmeo ho ancora capito se con i pochi punti di reputazione mi sia concesso o meno di contattarvi o citarvi.... beh intanto vi saluto e ringrazio di qui. Più tardi al termine del mio lavoro cercherò di capire di piu su come comunicare con voi, se lo vorrete. Vi abbraccio il vostra, ancora commosso, Ian Mattyboy and MrM, Thank you so much for your replies. I’m so new here that I don’t even fully understand how to use the reply functions yet, or whether my low reputation points allow me to contact or mention you directly. But for now, I just want to greet you and thank you from here. Later, when I’m done with work, I’ll try to figure out more about how to communicate properly, if that’s something you’d be open to. Sending you a warm hug, Your still deeply moved friend, Ian This whole situation has truly left me heartbroken, and I’m genuinely surprised by how much it has affected me. It feels as if my own heart is trying to tell me just how special this person must have been—how much of a loss it is not to have known them. It’s like being told that someone you’ve longed to meet, someone you would have treasured, had passed through the place where you are now… only to find out they left the day before you arrived. A precious gift, now lost forever. I can only hope that someday, through the benevolent power of love, we might all meet and finally live in the joy of shared connection.

Hello everyone, I’m new here and I wanted to greet you all. In particular, a special hello to Blue Dahlia, from whose profile and posts I learned the saddest of news. I had no idea, nor could I imagine, that the author—Comicality, or Comzi, as you call him—had passed away. I’m truly heartbroken, and since yesterday, I’ve felt a lump in my throat. I discovered this while reading the comments after finishing chapter 57, Tyler’s Secrets, as I often do. I noticed how some of you had interactions with Comicality and how he replied to your comments. One comment, in particular, caught my attention—such a sweet exchange between him and Blue Dahlia. It was the most tender of messages and said: “One quote that I've always loved, Blueboi...is that love is not in our choice, but in our fate. And I truly believe that. So don't give up, K? No matter how young or how old you are...it'll find you when you're ready” After reading those words, I was genuinely moved. I found them incredibly sweet and sincere. That’s why I decided to check Blue Dahlia’s profile, hoping to see if anything had happened in the years since or if there had been more sweet interactions between Comicality and Blue Dahlia. Instead, I discovered the saddest and most unfair news. I was already deeply touched by Randy and Ryan’s story, and Comicality’s kind wishes to Blue Dahlia added to it but when i read those lines and realized he was no longer with us I couldn’t hold back my emotions, as if I had lost a friend I had known for a long time. I find it hard to continue reading this beautiful story. I’m really, really sad. I never thought something like this could happen. I wish I had known him as a friend, just as I would love to connect with all of you who might have known him better. If anyone happens to read this and has any information about Comicality, I would truly appreciate it if you could share it with me. I’ve tried searching online but couldn’t find anything. I would have simply liked to see the face of such a wonderful person who left this world too soon. I apologize again for intruding on this reading space with such a sorrowful letter. I had hoped to experience the excitement you all must have felt waiting for the notification of a new chapter. I wonder how much of his life was reflected in these stories. It would have been wonderful to ask him. I would have loved to engage in the comments and share thoughts on the most intriguing and mischievous parts of the chapters. And as I mentioned, I deeply wish I could have congratulated Comicality directly and perhaps received one of those sweet replies, just like the Blue Dhalia's one I quoted earlier. If anyone happens to read this and knows anything more about Com, I would be truly grateful if you could let me know. Yours, Ianstarlight