It was a good time with S, though. Short, and maybe uninteresting from her side, but I found her to be amazing, beautiful, and every minute she spent with me was a gift that I felt I didn’t deserve, as If I had stolen it from some god and I was afraid I’ll be judged for my transgression. I felt like a thief of time, a cheat whose lies will be found out and exposed, who doesn’t belong though seemingly nobody notices or nobody cares. I felt like a stranger in a strange land where I have no place to be, where others greater than me belong and I have sneaked in, to take a peek and no longer want to leave. A time of happiness, a time of anguish, a time of fear. It was a beautiful time, when I felt like living a life that I could only dream of, a time of stolen moments with her, stolen kisses of her lips and stolen touches of her body. Things I stole to enrich my life, and, having nothing to give (though I tried giving everything I am), no way to compensate her for her losses. I was a thief and a lie, someone worthless in the land of greats, pretending to be one of them while being empty and useless, and, in the end, I was dealt with accordingly. It was a dream I stole for myself… I wish I had more time there, I wish I could dream on.