Club Romance — My Stories (№ 422355)

- Why are you doing this, Vlad? Are you punishing me? Do you think I'm not suffering enough because of my mistakes? Don't understand or remember them? No. Each of them is an open wound - here. My escape from Romania, after which you were left alone in complete darkness. Every frightened look that hurt you, making you feel like a monster. My fears, my weaknesses. Inability to accept you immediately and completely as you are. They're all here. Hurt. They don't heal. Do not allow to breathe. You know what I want now? Cling to you with your hands. Strong. Snuggle up to you with your whole body and not let go, no matter what you say or do. But I can't. You couldn't touch your skin before. But it wasn't that important because I could touch your soul. And now I can't do anything. Do you hate me so much that you don't even want to see?
- Nope. I love you so much that I can't see.