Dear Nurse.

Dear Nurse, wherever you are now, i need you to know that i love you. That's the easy fact. The hard fact is that i don't know how to be with you, how to kiss you again, how to caress you again, how to spread your legs again, you know, how to have you one more fucking time. I know you love some fucking speed, but the slow is much better for you sometimes. I am the guy who fucked your life a three times at least, i know. But i need you back. I need your smell, i need your laugh, i must have that pink-pursuit of pleasure again. Please, call me, talk with me, betray me, lose me and win me again. I am nothing without you, just a blank of shit in the fucking giant space of nothing. That day, my friend was a little arsonist i think, he burned up it all, with some non-thought shit, like he always did, but he's a good guy, i think. And i really don't want to lose you for the goddamn universe forever, by the mistake of a fuckin' retarded kid. Come on, i know you love me, and i know that you want my magnificent cock again. If you don't come back, at least give me a sign that you're still alive, that you still can breath and look me with those fuckin' devil's-deep-green eyes. I love you, my nurse.

P.S.: Please, you have to lose some leap of faith on a type like me, that's must be the journey of your life.

    With pleasure, and a little bit of fear, Michael Chowski.