Today, when you open the letter, from me, you probably didn’t expect to see such an invitation. Yes, I really asked you to meet. A pause, a little intrigue, and here you are, waiting for me to apply the last detail – my favorite dark lipstick, smiling mysteriously in the reflection. I turn to you, thank you for coming. My gaze becomes softer, as if I really “missed” you. I come closer and softly, almost in a whisper, ask you to give me a chance to fix everything again, to start from scratch… maybe with a kiss? You see how my eyes are drawn to yours, and I, slowly and deliberately, bring my lips closer, almost touching yours. This kiss begins, as if nothing happened… Only when you feel a strange tingling and notice that your body is starting to go numb, I pull away and… laugh. Do you think I really wanted you back? No way. You have no idea how much effort I put into creating this "poisoned" lipstick, without a single trace... ten kisses and it's all over. So, shall we start the countdown?
