All-i-need-is-rose - Adna Melan

Part I

I was twenty. He, forty six. I was looking for a way to have a little more exciting life and he… Well I don’t know what he was looking for. The only thing I ever knew is that from the start he made my life seems like a movie plot. An action movie, maybe a romance; I guess it was more like an erotic one, that unfortunately became a drama which I cried for more than I ever cried for any other thread.

I would invite him to a cafe

To talk about literature, about our lives

But that was not the kind of thing a bad boy would be interesting for

A bad boy desires to ride his motorcycle

For a thousand miles, maybe alone

High-speed, no concerns in his mind

Feeling the wind through the skin

And if he had the chance

Making sex with a lot of unknown faces that, for a good or a bad reason, crossed his way

Faces that will remain unknown after all

And me, well...the only thing I could offer was these kind of sensations

Only by having sex with him

But see, this is not that easy

When all I wanted to do

Was to admire him

While he was admiring life

Part IV

All I always wanted was to feel he likes me. But now I am not longer blind: it would never be enough. He would never throw away everything he built up for all this years, when I was just learning how to talk, to write; just knowing the world. Because he is crazy to not lose the opportunities, to stay with me while he already have another one. But not crazy enough to start it all over again, to lose things for me, and to discover the things he could gain with me.

Part II

There was something about the feelings of other boys that never looked true for me. Maybe because I could see how they overestimate a relationship; it is not about the person itself. And I know that feelings can grow up in relationships. However, it never made sense for me. But something about that guy made me feel like his concern for me was real - independently of the kind of concern. And I suppose it was not just about his age, but about his way to be: closed off, kind of indifferent about any other thing except himself; who was too serious to lose his time with a girl like me.

"Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all."

Heinrich Heine

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