Another love... and is it love? I imagined her differently. Once upon a time. See you soon. Before I myself wrote this hellish obsession in every line, in every word. And I realized that for you and me it is different. More precisely, for you, but I had no choice, because you don’t know how to do otherwise. Bring me back. You knew everything from the beginning and waited. Your beast was waiting. Now he is rushing inside you... hungry, angry, maddened by the smell of permissiveness, and wants to slash me with his claws, rip open the flesh with sharp fangs and drink life from me... for every day of absence - a sip, for every minute - an agony of hatred, tearing both apart. But if love had no name, I would give it your name.