Imagine me as a cloud

Dear Reader,
I hope this letter finds you in a perfect health, relaxing time, safe place and that nothing and no one’s missing from you...

Night is for writers and lovers. If you are not asleep at 3 a.m. you are rather writing or are with your lover (with body, mind or both). How to define a lover? Do you have to have sex with someone in order to become lovers? What about eyes? I’ve always felt that whenever I looked at Her I was kissing Her soul. I believe that looking in each other’s eyes is often more intimate than fucking, that you can read more from one look than from thousand moans. That’s why I was ungirfriendable for a very long time...

How do you get attached to a person with only one look, half-touch, a whispered sentence, a promise of a kiss? At what point a person becomes the person?...

I wish we could just sit and have coffee together- You, my dear Reader, and I. We could drink all night and talk like time didn't exist. Would you like that? To drink coffee and just forget the world? Imagine we’re doing it right now. That we’re sitting on the red sofa in the living room- there’s enough space for the two of us to half-lay comfortably. Would our legs touch? If so, would it be awkward or would we laugh familiarly? You could then tell me about your loved ones, just like I’m telling you about mine...


Let me tell you my story...