I want to write your name because it's lovely. When I saw you last night you looked so fragile, at any moment you may fall apart. You're so beautiful that I couldn't help but notice all the men had their eyes fixed on you. I tried to imagine what they were thinking, what they would say if any had the nerve to approach you.
No one did.
When she told me about you naturally I was intrigued. In my time things were different but the end result inevitably is the same. There's still a part of me that would like to be in that bar every night and not care about anything . Why does it seem so appealing still after all this time? Funny how there is still this darkness inside me.
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