Mr Loverman.

Let me take you back for a moment
to the days of my youth...

Back when I was a teenager,
they gave me a nickname,
they called me Mr. Loverman...

Everywhere I went,
there seemed to be another smile,
another girl,
another fleeting romance waiting to begin...

I had a way with words,
a way with charm.
Romance seemed to come naturally...

And so the whispers spread,
Here comes the loverman.
The player of the year...

To my entourage
it looked like confidence,
like adventure,
like a young man enjoying the game of love...

But the truth behind the applause
was quieter…
and far more human...

Because sometimes
what looks like charm
is really a shield...

Sometimes
the heart that loves everywhere
is simply trying
to outrun a hidden pain...

So I played the role,
smiling, laughing,
dancing through romances
like a man who had it all figured out...

Yet deep inside
I was looking for an escape route...
for something real...
something steady,
something that could heal
the ache no one else could see...

Time has a way of revealing truth...

And today I understand
that the boy they called Mr. Loverman
was not just chasing hearts,
he was searching for something concrete, something that would help alleviate the pain...
and that could finally
bring peace and relief...
Carl Nicolas.