What do I want? You, of course, do I even need to say that? I have always wanted you. Long time ago I waited for you. Then I stopped waiting but was still hoping, searching faces in the streets – maybe I could see yours… Now I don’t hope anymore. But I still want. I love this wanting. Everyone needs some kind of religion… And you… So beautiful and wise. Every time I think about you I feel this wave of tenderness. Unless you piss me off :-), but that does not happen much anymore. I am a so much…