I'm an angel bored like hell, and you're a devil meaning well

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

- Carla Bruni

Last night I heard some noise outside my door, it wasn't someone knocking or screaming but a gitarr and a young boys fragile voice singing And if a ten ton shark kills the both of us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. What else was I to do but let go of my anger and open my door and let him in. He put his hands on my cheeks, pulled my head so close to his that I could actualy feel his eyelashes touching mine and whispered I'm sorry love, please forgive me. The rest of the evening was spent between my white sheets with his nails piercing my skin, my hair painting white stripes on his back when I rested my head and listened to his breathing, his fingers counting my freckles, ribs, scars. Magic