Drunk

I wish I could stop loving her, I wish I could take my eyes off her.

Every time I see her in front of me my heart dances with joy at seeing her and beats madly.

Yes, I loved her and allowed my heart to love her. I know that everything I do is wrong, but it is not in my hands. Her love has penetrated deep into me, and I cannot see another woman.

Although she is the wife of my son, and although she may become the mother of my grandchildren in the future, despite the situationons and the resistance I got from her, despite my betrayal of my wife with my mind and heart, despite my betrayal of my only son and my firstborn, although I may ruin his life and joy for him, despite I gave up my principles, morals and my orientalism, despite everything and anything I will still love her, I will still love her, I will still smell her..

I don't care about anyone, I don't care about society, and I don't care about other people, all I care about is that pure and innocent rose, that woman who made me like a ring on her finger out of nothing, everything I adore with her, her eyes, her face, her lips, her body, her hair, her heart, her mind, her innocence, her naivety, everything in her and anything in her that I am. Obsessed with…

I know that my words are madness, and I know that what I have done is a grave mistake, and that what I say is madness in itself, and I know that it is impossible for me to reach her, but I cannot stop loving her for one moment.

Perhaps you consider my words not only madness, but obsession, addiction, or love I do not know, but what I know is that I will continue to love her even if she is not mine, even if I will not be able to get her, even if it is not permissible for her to become my responsibility, but I will live and die, and I will not announce my separation from never love her…

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