night shifts again, gin base again, making up again.
after all, i am not even that privileged in my desires.
happiness is to be able to value less.
and i do know that i can value that all.

je t'aime? surely. always.
but it still is not the point to be completely faitful.

hey, love.
i learnt the art of deception from a master.
...
and you gonna deal with me. untill the end.