Date: 9/5/2012 8:53:00 PM
She always wanted to give me a shave – spoke of it often. She felt it will make us closer together – that it would mean I trust her. But that never happened. We never had enough time. All time we were together – alone, we were either making love or she was so exhausted with her life outside the relationship that she had to sleep. We never did anything together. There was no time at all.
Sleep. Shivers ran through her when she slept. Every few minutes. She said that was because she had nightmares. She did not remember them, but she knew that she had had a nightmare. She dreamt of drinking up her father and being drunk up by her mother in turn. She dreamt of us meeting on top of a cold mountain – and me pushing her off the cliff.
Oh well, pushing her off the cliff would have been mighty fine. She would have flied back up to take her revenge. Haunt me forever. Or maybe the drop would have been so low that she wouldn't have hit the bottom till I died my natural death. Yes, that would have been better – I don't want to be haunted by the dead.
Or by the living, for that matter.