…though I was completely overwhelmed by evil’s brain and captured, I noticed my ex. He approached me while I was drinking +one gin-tonic. As always, in front of others, we exchanged butterfly kisses. One more time I felt undressed by his eyes. He pulled me into a hug and we left crowd behind.

Me: Nothing has changed!
I jumped loudly on his bed, where we nested together so many times. My closed eyes amplified scent of graffiti.

Ex: What is your drink tonight?

Me: A-moll, I miss U ..
Uuuh uuh uuu, he could sing Stones while rolling a joint. Divine!

It was always special when we were alone. I slowly relaxed. Brain was mumbling. We just existed and pampered our nonchalant bodies.

Me: Scratch me? Gently!

We laughed. He observed whether I enjoy contact. I did. And that estimation. He was kissing me slowly. That left space for a flashback in my grey cells – evil and his eyes. I was not wondering if that is okay.
Before, his strength was leaving me breathless, so I reminded him…

He was not selfish. Harmony! We went to sleep. Garbage truck woke me up.

Slowly, sadly, I moved his hand from my hip, kissed him like butterfly and left.