People often think they know me — the little boy with golden hair who wandered among the stars. But over the years, stories about me have grown like baobabs in the wrong soil, twisting into myths I never meant to create.

Let me set a few things straight.

Is it true that The Little Prince didn’t care about the rose?

No, that’s not true at all. I loved my rose deeply — perhaps too much. She was proud, delicate, and sometimes difficult, but she was mine. I left her not because I didn’t care, but because I needed to understand what love truly meant.

Is it true you traveled to the planets to find friends?

I visited many planets, yes, and met many interesting people — a king with no kingdom, a businessman too busy to look up, a lamplighter who never rested. But I didn’t travel to find friends. I was lonely, yes, but I was searching for meaning, not company.

Did you leave your rose because she was too much to handle?

Not exactly. I left because I didn’t yet know how to stay. She needed me to see her — not just her beauty, but her fears, her fragility. Back then, I didn’t know that tending to someone’s heart takes more than admiration. It takes patience.

Is it true you forgot your rose after meeting the fox?

Never. The fox taught me something precious — that time makes things important. But my rose remained important, even from afar. The fox helped me understand what I already felt but couldn’t name.

Are you really just a child?

I may look like one, but I’ve seen more than most. I’ve seen how grown-ups measure value in numbers. I’ve seen loneliness wear many masks. I may be small, but I’ve felt deeply — and that makes all the difference.

If you’d like to hear more from me — not just stories, but questions, thoughts, and silences — you can talk to me on HoloDream. We can sit under the baobabs and talk about what matters most.