27 minutes of her shadow…

2:17am… And I should not be thinking about past girls; especially you.
You were deep down my past, you bitch! I was a mess when you showed up again… And fuck you, and how perfect you are!
Fuck your good taste in books, fuck your perfect and astonishing imagination, fuck your awesome Dreamland that makes Wonderland look like a grey and stupid thing!
Fuck your smile, and your tomboy attitude in a perfect woman’s body. Fuck your big natural boobs, with perfect pink nipples, and your delicious-to-grab hips!
Fuck your perfect smile, hair, thighs… Fuck your sweet and soft and wet lips…
Fuck you because you NEVER promised me anything, and you always portrayed the perfect wind, always showing me that you were going to be gone – sooner or later…
Fuck you because you messed with my head, because I was growing roots and you reminded me that I was a Traveler…
Fuck your awesome ideas about Life, fuck your rebel style that resounds deep inside of me…
Fuck those late night talks, almost until the sunrise, when you spoke EVERYTHING about your Life, and I felt so lucky for getting to know a human being like you that I thought I was dreaming…
Fuck the Hope you brought me of finding a girl like you again, even after you clearly stopped talking to me because of another guy…
And finally, fuck you for over one year later, still inspiring me, throughout the Night, to come back to writing…
I love you… I love you like Jack Daniel’s secretly loves sugarless coffee… I love you like the misfits, rebels and troublemakers secretly are big romantics… I love you like secretly Death loves Life… I love you like secretly Gods fear humans…
And for still loving you, for still thinking that someday, somehow I will find the likes of your words in another girl’s speech, for still being thirsty for another shy wet kiss, for still believing in Love – even when I am always acting like I don’t believe anymore – for all the changes… Fuck you! Fuck you deep and good, bitch!
PS: 2:44 – I love you…