Now I don’t feel like dancing!

Everything hurts. My neck scratches. I have a headache. And what has happened during the last days is making me sick!

I only know: I never want to hear his voice again, see his face, smell the smell of his hair, feel the warmth of his skin. Unfortunately, this is impossible, because he stands in my kitchen and cooks tea for me!

Immediately he will come again, give me a kiss on the forehead, sit down beside my knees to stroke the hair from the face. He will tell me that he loves me. And then I will say that I also love him. Cause I am addicted to him.

Everything he has done, I can only forgive him.