Post mortem

[kolyuchka]

When the day is over and the night comes, the only thing I think about is to get home, rush to my bedroom, grab your t-shirt and smell it to get some notion of you. And when I do get home I burry my head in its green fabric and I look for that smell. It enters my nostrils and I feel as if I stand there beside you and I put my head in the small next

Comments

[the_buh]

Не могу поверить.

[fleur_lj]

только узнала.. как так?!?!?!!
обнимаю.....