У меня больше нет айпода. Я его очень любила. Надеюсь, он будет ужасно работать у того пидора, который его украл.
I smelled your perfume on the train today. At the first sign of it, a spark in my brain reminded me that I knew the scent, and that I related it with feeling really, really good. Another inhale and the image of your room started to form. Deeper and deeper I slipped into the memory, each breath reaching through the haze of the other smells on the train. I wanted to be back in that room. Back in that moment, with you. I kept breathing, knowing the memory would slip away the moment my lungs were full. Breath after breath. Deeper and deeper. I eventually exhausted my lungs and got a headache. An almost perfect analogy for our relationship. Giving it everything we had, but only ending up with a headache.