You became my drug. The main drug. My favourite...
I live from a meeting to a meeting with you. I go mad, when I don't see you....
What has forced to pay to you attention?Fairly to tell??? Well, well, I will tell....of the reputations. All consider you as a shit. Besides you the young criminal. But you SUCH...
I can safely shout about the love to you, but I won't be. As I know,it won't be mutual.
Though you also look at me, take my hand, tell something... My God, help me,PLEASE!!
I've got confused... I don't understand anything... I don't believe you as me asked, I don't believe, but I want, really want!!!
But actually I am happy that I love you. It seems to me that I get to a fairy tale when you come.
thank you,God.