NetherilDante

Yes, probably after all you were completely right about me. I didn't give a fuck about your art, of course. But this is my answer for your single-one-all-out attack on my soul, or whatever remains of it. It never ceased to exist for me. The fact of loving you, of being you and me. Just you and me. In my future, in my life, as a plan for my life. I always was crying like a baby, fearing the day would come when you'd leave me behind. Today, I know that day has passed a long time ago. I have my stupid computer with your photographs, and you're in my desktop background; I wasn't going to tell you 'bout it, because it sounds like a psycho thing..