Not mine

[liliella]

Dear friend, or lover…or surreal ****,

I am having quite a difficulty in titling you, because in order to give you a name I need to define whatever it is I have with you and in order to define I need to make sense of all of this. However the consequences of making sense are so in the vicinity of reality, which contradicts our idiosyncrasy. But first things first!! I am writing to you irritated of the fact that you unlike me have started to makes sense out these circumstances, defining them so randomly and passé as the most abused and indefinite concept of all, titled LOVE.

Are you conscious of the side-effects caused by this foolish step? Presently, you have broken the chain to the door of misery, which has already transformed you in a depressed being, who tired of jerking off with an image, neglects his surroundings. And as for me…you have just ruined my first delusional experience with a man, with whom my feelings didn’t have to go through my heart or brain, but simply and so very pleasurably through my vagina. Dominated by this pure erotic discovery, I didn’t have to worry about calling myself easy, but just balancing flowingly you as male specie, which are to be known to spread quite a lot of emotions through their balls.

But you are a TRAITOR……resentfully cheating the distinctive pact that brought us together. You now desire to collapse into consciousness and wake me up from my surreal erotica to offer me what?!!......The tedium affection, which I have not been missing and made me sick all these years?! NO THANK YOU!!.... I rather say goodbye than get disenchanted again…..don’t you?

[Leila]

... dhe Adami i thote Zotit, "Zot, bashkeshortja ime me ka lene," dhe Zoti krijoi Even prej brinjes se Adamit (jo prej baltes, se pesimi iu be mesim). :)