I still don't want to talk to you. I don't want to know about your life, don't want to talk about people, cats, apartments, colors, everyday stuff, anything.
I don't want to greet you in the morning, to wish you good night, to ask about health. I don't want you to worry about me, don't want to tell you anything.
I want to be with you as long as I can, make you happy, support you, give birth to your children some day. I don't want a small chat.
Saturday, 23 May 2009
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