I am in love with the DRAGON

BB102. A seat. Only a seat. Not only. Not for me.
Sorry, my beautiful Dragon, I didn't applaud You, my strange creature. My stupid ego wanted to make the difference. And I hurt You. I was there just to say two simple words. But I stayed silent. I'm still silent.
We are like Montagues and Capulets without Romeo and Juliet. But I will find You. Again.
My Dragon... Thank You.

Your tongue...
That tongue. Your nature to hide. But I saw your tongue sneaking all out. Red and fleshy. All out. You were with the back to the audience at the end of the play, but I saw you, my Dragon!
I SEE YOU.

You are a precious hologram made of human flesh.
Your skin red and black. Black the bumps on your head like a royal crown.
Your sweet left eye. Sweet and weak. The door between your dimension and mine.

That mad flickering tongue at the US Open. You were so excited. But she, that horrible brown "she", told you to control it. It happened in september 2019. I SEE YOU.