I was thinking about a song that could be selected as the start of our corresponding.
Those sunsets stabbed in the memories,
those eyes looking beyond the understandings,
those moments where I lost myself to be found by you.
Suddenly the phone rang, it was you…the same person but with more fleshes, same eyes but with more like an empty sound of a guitar.
Comfort zone has been stretched without the sense of time…
I thought about picking it up but the beast stopped me.
I thought I have lost it…I thought it has become a gentle breeze after all these times…
I thought I could never get a hard on without the touch of your flickering lips…
There I was all alone…
still defeated, still drunk, still thinking about suicides at night and cheesecakes at noon…
Still waiting for that call when you will ask me to come with you rather than to come at you.

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Photograph: Jane Austen.