“I’m not telling you about love with a capital L. The one everybody talks about. Everlasting love. The one that has to be a perfect bubble. Straight, round and colourful. I think I’d get bored of that one. It seems to me that a love that deserves to be lived has to be fleeting, twisted, intoxicating, passionate and violent.” Alfred de Musset once said: “Pourvu qu’il y ait l’ivresse.” (As long as there is drunkenness) With him, I didn’t have to doubt it. He was everything. My impulse. My freedom. My weakness. My envy. My caprice. Yes, he was all But mine cover @smexyharry © SMEXYHARRY'S PRODUCTION - DO NOT STEAL