Book: Sex sms

I wanted her to say "my cat", that's nonsense. I once said in a rush, a long time ago, but got laughed at. I said it at home, mothers daughters name. So I said,
- Are you drunk or something?

IS LOVE. TRAM-PAM-PAM.
And then I thought: "What the hell, love?"
I saw this man six times in my life. I once in my life was with him in bed, and to the world of sexual consumption is simply negligible, is not taken into account the statistics of the error. He doesn't know me. I don't know him.
I can't imagine how he looks, because I haven't seen him since July.
This is not a love doctor, time to admit it to myself. This doctor, on your part.
It is a disease.
And every sickness must end. Either that or the commercials.
It's all over, doctor.
No, not so.
Nothing.

She sends me messages every night. It's a delusion of some kind. She's probably drunk. Or sick. Or her insomnia. But if no message, I'm worried. This is ridiculous. I do not need it.

Threesome, cheating with her best friend, Blowjob in vomit-covered toilet "Propaganda" at half past four in the morning before leaving. Frivolous "goodbye forever", dropped ring, black cat in the road, a sigh of relief that never again... Even scary to think what we have to avoid. And now absolutely happy.

I need not strike, and the warmth, love and tenderness. As every man. Only not ashamed to admit it...

The diversity of life distracts from the monotony of suffering souls.

Like most of us, she only had two ways. And both are questionable.

I wrote that to lose me is nothing special. At first I thought there is no way. And now I see nothing of the sort. It is better to eat as is. At least.

The hell with it, I'll be the last romantic of the sexual revolution.

Because, doctor, I'm on my way to recovery. We found the life as it is. And in order to love, you have to be tougher, doctor.

I went out there in the open in the garden, and looked up. Honestly, I wanted to shake his hand.

I'm still happy. Because it turns out that I'm alive. I have a living soul. And it can hurt. And the glory of God.

It became quite light. I understood it all. Well, in the sense that we have eternity.

I did everything I could. But it's not needed. Who can let him do better. More. Harder.