THE OBSESSIVE FASCINATION

started wishing he didn't come back, that he was stuck for hours signing that damn piece of paper. I did not interview him as I might have done in the past. I didn't care if this great-l

myself that I do not feel any lack,

but the sheets aren't even cold without him. The worst part is my lack of guilt, but then why not wait for him when she comes out of work, put on a beautiful dress with spring colors. I would make it spin deliciously in a deceptively indecisive way. I know myself. I know my cheekbones would be red from it, but deep down, I'd love it. Get out of this Louise, who has followed me for 38 years.

ve I gave Paul. I swear I tried to take it back from him this morning before he left for the real estate agency. My words were ready in my head. "I'm leaving you" would have been too violent, and heart attacks can be fa

contracts. Nobody is allowed to tie me up. I enjoy my freedom way too much. But tell me, why do you refuse to release me? Last night, I thought I felt Paul's hand stroking my back with the delicacy of a teenager who is afraid of going about it the wrong way. I smiled with p

But Paul is not my teacher or even my roommate. He's supposed to be my other half. From my feminine readings, I should feel incomplete without him. This is

would reveal to him. I have to get out of bed, get out of these sheets, which bring me back to his scent. His smell that I can no longer stand. It is incredibly insane when you come

one, no doubt stupid, but still, it is an idea. If I wrote this letter with a light blue pen, wouldn't that make the message sweeter? I admit that could mislead him. He loves the color and would be able to feel happy and be all nice to me at the mere sight of a letter written in that color. No