I met her half way into the city central. We got home. She was happy. She took a bath and sat down to check her e-mails (maybe also checked whether 'psychho' is online). She laughed loud at a letter she received from the Manish guy. All was almost OK. Except she did not reacted in any way to the love letter I've sent her hours ago with a lovesong attached (one of our first common lovesongs).
Nigth was restless. After an hour of suffering and thinkink about what she might did I left the bed to get sleeping pills. Didn't kick in for 2 more hours. Then I had about three hours with about 10 minute periods of sleeping and beeing awake again. Finally I got up half past 6. She asked me if I was OK, and said that my stomach hurts. It's true. It was empty and the pills seemed to burn a hole in it. I just did not confessed that.
It is her name-day today. Soon I will go to fecth some flowers to her.
I still want her this badly.
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