I’ve met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I’m not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months’ time, I’ll be far away and he’ll be just a memory, but I couldn’t stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit. I’m writing a story for Ralf Hart - that’s his name. I’m not sure he’ll come back to the club where I work, but, for the first time in my life, that doesn’t matter. It’s enough just to love him, to be with him in my thoughts and to colour this lovely city with his steps, his words, his love. When I leave this country, it will have a face and a name and the memory of a fireplace. Everything else I experienced here, all the difficulties I had to overcome, will be as nothing compared to that memory. I would like to do for him what he did for me. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I realise that I didn’t go into that cafe by chance; really important meetings are planned by the souls long bef
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isbah, your omnia and tocco baby are all mine. muHAHAHA
mine is touch sensitive, so u can take my word.
and there is a reason why hands free mode was facilitated ;)
isbah, lol :$..your imagination is running wild.. what did i say? (angel smile) :p
today i had lunch on your seat, was missing the fun time =)
(the whole user education dept was empty,so i settled there )