He still haunts my mind.
This vision of dirt, suffer and love fills my heart to the edges.
The sighs, the touches.
Feeling of being complete and absolutely embarrassed.
Frustration and desire.
I wish he was my husband and I was his wife/lover/mistress/slave.
This warm feeling grows inside every time I think of our forbidden dates.
And it seemed to last so long, but I refused.
I refuse to suffer for him.
Because he just doesn't need me as much as I need him.
I will love him till my last day.
It's not that kind of love when you are completely into this feeling and can't go on.
It's about keeping someone so deep in your heart.
And wishing him all the best.
But it's time to say farewell.
We could fall in love and be happy.
But life is not as easy as it seems to be.
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ты прекрасен, но моё спокойствие мне дороже.