Dear fatale, you know perfectly well how do I adore you Sure, I understand that a man is stupid if he forgets to say how loves he someone... I do love you, that's why I sometimes feel kind of frustration I am not in Czech Republic... I know, I know... Sounds rather stupid, but I cannot help myself. The reason is simple -- you 100% fit my so called "love cliché" -- personality and beauty mixture that switches my brain off and makes me feel somehow strangely intoxicated Taking into account our geographical positions that feeling could be called useless, but... I like it Sorry, if my words might sound for you like overreaction, but I hope you will forgive me -- I am sick with you And the worst for me in that situation -- it is not a word game P.S.: If my words please you, I feel kind of... well, not sexual pleasure, but this is very-very on the edge :*