And that's me...

It smells like lust, but lust does not love. Love likes peace and quiet, apple tea with a little cinnamon and a man who will respect her habits. It finds satisfaction in melancholy . It is not spoiled but craves attention. Sometimes it likes the main characters, but prefers people with sadness in their eyes because it is fragile itself. It shows up when it needs to show up. Likes shoes but it likes hats and umbrellas more. Likes to read, relaxes with ethnic music. It strips only with men it loves honestly. Feels comfortable wearing men's shirts, they are the only mini skirts it wears.... Sometimes it mutters that it would like to flee far away, cuts it's hairs short, dumps all the dresses and never again puts make up and a hat on!