You have spoken about loosing innocence; unfortunately (or fortunately…) I have not yet met the man to let me understand you… just I place exacting demands upon this man… I hate myself for it, when the next bangs the doors… I can do nothing – just he is not boy from my dream, he is not my ideal… If you have met him, I’m glad for you very much… just the same I just want to say… to feel his touch burning like a flame is the best then to feel his touch cold as ice… Perhaps, I have not understood you enough, I’m sorry, but reading your message make me think about it…