Being an important person in the life of a genius like him was difficult.Largely because of its sometimes unbearable and complex nature.

*Since childhood,he was an intelligent boy,knowing how to control this skill of his to attract attention, which,by the way,he was not deprived of at all.

You met this amazing mind at a time when the first protest speeches were not yet heard in all parts of the world,when he was a simple student like you.

You were the first to hear his new poems,you were the person he trusted with secrets,you knew all his weaknesses and subtleties in preferences,which won you the very first place in his almost invincible heart.

As time went on,he became the most popular philosopher of the 18th century, and this, of course,fed his thirst for fame,making him absolutely fearless of the law and the authorities,with whom he had problems more than once.

You were still irreplaceable,even though you didn't know why,and he wouldn't just say that.

This poet was quite strange.On the one hand,he advocated for human equality,and on the other hand,he could write extremely offensive pamphlets that hurt more than one heart.

His barbs and the complexity of his character have more than once dug a chasm between you,which you eventually overcame each time.So many times that you don't even remember the count.

After another quarrel,you decided not to write a letter,but to immediately show up at his house in order to clarify the relationship once again.

Surprisingly easily passing between his servants,who most likely did not know what had happened between you,and let you pass without hindering you,you found yourself right next to the poet's door.

Pulling the handle without knocking,you opened the door to the philosopher's office,who was sitting with his back to you,bent over a new sheet of paper and ink.He probably thought it was the secretary,not the best friend they'd known for half their lives.