THE OBSESSIVE FASCINATION
n a bit like giving a present with a friendly smile. A gift, even poorly chosen, gives pleasure, brings a litt
btedly give a taste of bitterness in his mouth as if he had a drunk whole salty
characterizes me in all ingenuity. I reread my letter calmly. Shutters were closed. I didn't want any distraction from the outside, no noise, no smile
table. My writing is clear, despite the tension that was driving me. It looks feminine. I observe this sheet full of reproaches one last time. But can he blame me for wanting to run away from his love? Bird
ecognize the footsteps of people nearby. One more thing I have in common with cats. I hear his hurried footsteps on the stairs that will lead him to the third floor, left door. I can already predict the conversation. He will ask me how my day went. I will
ut my heart stopped vibrating for him . As for the advantages, I struggled. I racked my brains to extract something of value and ticked: kindness. Kindness
t from the landscape. Agnès. What a sweet name. There is a slight hint that gives her the status of an experienced woman. I think I like it. I like th
lence my thoughts and pick them up later, during the night when he snores, and even the neighbor b
w my approach is awkward, but I am so taken ab
always have your nose in your notebooks, jotting down lots o
gning of juicy contracts? I feel like we're ready to chat for an extended part of the evening, I told
m. I find it to be the most impersonal. Unlike Carole, I never made love in the living room. I don'
sure at the bottom of the ocean. He forgets that I am anythin
simple after-work-style conversation? Am I that intimidating? And the letter, by the way? Where did that damn letter
he window to let in some fresh air. I feel oppressed. I don't know
I think we deserve something more. Your parents came to
nd me of something! Avoid red wine on a
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Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance