duminică, 6 octombrie 2013

Dear A

" You like me, for the reason I have already told you: I broke through your loneliness, I snatched you up right before the doorway to hell and woke you up again. But I want more from you, much more. I want to make you fall in love with me. No, don’t contradict me, let me speak! You like me very much, I sense that, and you are grateful to me; but you are not in love with me. "

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