Send me a '✉' for a "the morning after" note left on your pillow.

               The way you lie in the bed is quite surprising. You seem to
be most destructive person I’ve ever known, I guess, and yet when
you sleep, your face still remains to be similar to the one I’ve seen
in 1864      face of an angel.
               Doesn’t matter. You know where to find me if you need 
something. For example if you need to talk about what happend.
Unless you are scared to show your feelings about it and behave
like the worst bitch, I’m there.