Bittersweet love affair - The Roger Taylor story

Bittersweet love affair - The Roger Taylor story (english version)

It was a sultry summer afternoon. The hot air was revolving slowly on the surfaced road, and the Sun was parching the leaves on the trees.
It was July, if I remember well.
And it was us, in the subway.
Under the footsteps of every wandering soul. We were cuddling tight in the rushing train, while around us the noise of talking people was assimilated with the sound of wheels. My fingers were running on your soft skin like a hungry wolf, I wanted to turn on every little part of you. You smiled at me and hugged me tight. I can't put into words how safe and calm your hugs make me feel. My ocean blue eyes caught your soft glance and I pressed my lips against your neck, while my whole body was burning in destructive desire. Under your warm skin the blood cells were racing with each other in the thick tunnel of your artery, while your heartbeat became faster, as it controlled the unstoppable traffic of your body.

I closed my eyes, and wrapped my arms around you as tight as I could, just to make sure, that the fabric of my dress will keep your sweet fragrance for a lifetime.
You slid slowly your arms around my waist, pulled me closer to you, and it felt like I was on a peaceful, small island, where the blue waves of the ocean are caressing me with the sunshine.
Like I had a shield around me, that can't be broken by the evil and the darkness.
I opened my eyes and looked at you again, with the greatest thankfulness a human can stare at something, because I knew I'm looking at my guardian angel. Your lips curled into a cute smile and you kissed my forehead gently.
The subway stopped every two minutes, but I haven't even noticed it. Every part of me was deeply obsessed with you and I couldn't take my eyes off you. To me you were the most beautiful and most sacred soul that God has ever created. And I felt incredibly lucky to be a part of the miracle, to be a part of you.
I never wanted to let you go. You constantly complimented me with the most adorable smile, and every word from you was like a waterdrop for a thirsty flower. You were feeding me with your sweet love, and my hungry heart was begging you to love me harder, want me harder, lift me up to the bluest sky...

That was our last meeting. We had phone calls sometimes, but as the time passed by, the amount of the letters were decreased, until they have completely gone. You live your own life happily and carelessly, filled with adventures. Just like I do. But I can't stop thinking about one thing: Do you still think of me, when you're alone? Would you still recognize me, if I bumped into you on the streets? Do you still remember the scent of my skin, which turned you on, when we spent that hot summer night together? Do you still remember the sparkle in my eyes, when you held me in your arms? Do you still remember, how I touched you, when the fire unleashed in our bodies, and we pissed off the neighbours by being really loud all night long?

You still run through my mind sometimes, and I always wonder what was missing from me that could have made your life complete. You can't even realize, how I felt when you were by my side. I felt for you so strong and honest desire, I didn't even know before, that I'm able to feel like that. You dragged the most intense emotions out of me, and I didn't even know, that such feelings exist deep inside of me. I believed in you, like a medieval citizen in old wives' tale, and I considered every action and word from you to be true. And you know Roger, when your memory flashes in my mind, I immediately realize, that those feelings will stay forever, that will never be requited...