I just wish I tasted your skin one more time. I need to touch your lips with my ones, to remind myself the sence of electricity stricking breathtakefully in my heart. These.all.is.not.enought. These days're passing to slowly.
Seven fucking days. Double, please. What shall I do if mirracle will not murge? Well... Now my drunk mind does need some sleep.
What shall I do if...?