I cant promise that I will never leave you. I mean physically. I mean when I am still alive. I mean when I don’t have job that appeals me to travel. I mean if I want to go away. I mean I really can leave you if I feel to go away.
I know, you have not seen me smoking. But your mother smokes. Smokes like hell. I know, you have not seen me drinking. But your mother drinks like crazy. Not whisky, just beer. But drinks. Drinks a lot. But not when we are together. Not when I kiss your lips. Not when you sleep in my arms. Please note. Continue reading