You know sometimes I miss you.
Sometimes I think we'll do it again.
And sometimes I think we'd be back to friends and anything like that would never happen.
Sometimes I forget about you and think you have a long road to be inspiring and ambitious for me. It's not about you are not worthy, it's just I can see you can grow much bigger.
Sometimes I see your pictures and don't hide them as I used to do with previous spontaneous lovers but look at them and smile just because they are cute.
Sometimes I think we'd hardly see each other again or just hey how are you at the party. Or what is much more possible, we won't be single anymore.
I will keep speaking half english, half russian: it's not overplay, I just don't know how to flirt, talk about feelings or sex in my language.
And any of these options is fine with me. It's good.
For some reason, even if you forgot me the day after (which you didn't, maybe in a week though), you are a great move forward for me. When I started to appreciate a bit of caring and someone being good to me.
Love the ones who make you go wild and worships it.
You know, I would say yes if you have called a week ago. Despite all the theories I know this thought has crossed your mind at least twice.
It would have ended badly but I'd say yes.
Because, damn it, it was a really good night.
But I would breath in, listen to this enchanting music taking my mind out of my head and remind myself that my motto of life is "Leave them wanting more" especially if tge one wantimg more is actually you.
🎼 Sol - Alef
📝 Story about one spontaneous and a very passionate night.