misha9999999

when I woke up this morning there was a girl in
my bed, sleeping. 8:30 on the alarm but I knew
it's always ten minutes ahead... I have time I - thought.
Quietly went into the bathroom, took
a shower. A bit longer than usual. The towel still
damp from last night. Last night... hm, don't
remember much. Pieces are missing. It started
with five of us sitting in a wine bar, drinking.
Sometimes I think they're my friends. Well, they
are. Sometimes. Hours passed by. Bottles disappeared
off the table and new ones miraculously
grew in their place. Somehow we got home. Then I sort
of remember tearing her clothes off on my kitchen table...
I'm not trying to describe a sexual conquest...
we've been together for the last 2 month...
It's just funny how this thing works. Emotions that
we don't let out during everyday contacts just
overwhelm me for a brief period of time. Then you wake
up, it's quite... and there is this wall or something...
and you wash your face, you look in the mirror and move
on. I don't want that. I want love to put a gun to
my head and pull the trigger. Pull the trigger, you
motherfucker...