We were face to face, pretty close after her first evening which we’ve spent with alcohol only. Her small eyes were like a gazelle’s.

“You know, ten years after this, it’ll all be better in your life. You’ll be my age, you’ll not get married. You’ll find all the chance to travel, you’ll enjoy it a lot more and you’ll become the perfect man for any woman. All I want from you is, please; remember me. Don’t forget this very moment, don’t forget what I told you.”

That was when I started to think age differences, distances and conditions would get my back on the wall once more. Those were the words that got me more into her. More into her, as a person; not a couple of pussy flaps. She got me by them and I knew, she was saying them for real. I knew she wasn’t trying to lure me.

The morning after, I told her about all the touristic places anyone would love to see. Yet, she didn’t want to visit them. She wanted to stay with me and do what I want, instead. That’s odd for any tourist. We’ve grabbed a bite somewhere in the city and came back to the bar which was a minute walk away from my place. After drinking gallons of booze together, she said: “Can we go home now?”

She started to seduce me. Biting a straw, having her hand on my lap and all… We got home, we fucked and the question has flashed in my mind. “What if she could stay for a couple of days more?”

I couldn’t ask her that. I was sure as a rock that she would think I was drunk.

I haven’t held anyone’s hand for a long while. That was not the butterflies in my chest, that was my fall because I knew she was going to leave now or then and she was, a woman. Not a woman. The woman…

We woke up to our last day together all chilled out. I made coffee, filtered. Serving it;

“Do you think I can talk about something with you?”

I told her that I’d love to have her for a few nights more. “You don’t have to response quickly and I’ll never change my mind about you depending on your response.”

We got outside my flat to have breakfast. We were, laid back, easily amused and relaxed. That was totally the song of “Lamb”. It was “Heaven.” We have been around…

On the day that she was meant to go to New York, we got the call from her travel agent only 6 hours before her flight, about postponing her trip to NY. That was no good news. She’d have to pay $500 dollars more for a 2 days delay.

It was okay. I knew that she had tried.

The era of leaving the house… Since her departure was at 13.30, I left the house before her, to get to work, to make money, to make money to save for my tickets to Melbourne, for her and also for my life. I didn’t really want to leave the house, tears in my eyes, I took a cab.

I got out of the cab in front of my office. Every single women in my office were telling me that I was hungover. I wasn’t. I was grumpy, having one of the worst mornings in my whole life since she was going to be gone.

Nobody has no fuckin’ idea what I was dealing with or how I was going to cope with it. You know, worst morning of a week is the monday morning and it was my worst monday morning.

I had my woman gone and I was so frustrated about it.

Have drunk to death at the evening but have never tried to forget her. That was going to be a fresh start I was up for and she was going to be my muse.