My Mistress, my owner.
It’s already 10 p.m., shit, the train is late. as usual. I’ve been waiting for her for more than an hour in this awful station , and i can hear it’s even starting to rain hard ; here in Genova, the climate could be so awfully wet.
Angry. Didn’t want to have storm, rain,wind, thunder and lighting. Not tonight.
Not for the night I was waiting for.
Not tonight. Not for her.
When she told me ‘’ I’m coming to meet you, at last’’…I thought I could get mad.
Like a girl at her first love. At her first date.
I would have finally met the woman that had been driving me mad for months on tumblr, with mails and photos….i had planned everything for her…everything : a nice night to spend together, a good restaurant, a walk through the historical centre and then…
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