I was in the subway and painted. There was a guy in front. Very very beautiful. (I am a normal woman, not a beautiful woman.) And suddenly he leaned, and with a gentle smile removed the hair that fell on my face.
I like the detectives. A thriller about maniacs. In general, I looked him in the eyes and imagined the history of our relationship, short but full of pain, suffering and bleeding. The young man apparently noticed the panic in my eyes, and rushed away.
So don’t worry guys, it’s not always up to you.