Watch me undress

                             He loves her red hair more than everything.

But what abou the silvery hair? And the browns and blacks? Can he only love her?
                                             


And what if, he thinks, loving is letting the other person to enjoy the carnal envolvement with other?

"Honey, love is to know that instead of letting you go I need to make you stay, every day. When we love, we don't need others" - she said.

He understood and asked sorry. He never cheated on her in their lives again.  Was he truely happy? No. She was. And that's not true love. She was more loved when he cheated on her.


                           And that's why I claim. No matter what and how it would hurt, true is the better way.

Be sinceer with your feelings, even the darkest ones.