I want Morpheus back, too, but what you're talking about is suicide.
I know that's what it looks like, but it's not.
I can't explain to you why it's not. Morpheus believes in something, and he was ready to give his life for what he believed, I understand that now. That's what I have to go.
I want Morpheus back, too, but what you're talking about is suicide.
I know that's what it looks like, but it's not.
I can't explain to you why it's not. Morpheus believes in something, and he was ready to give his life for what he believed, I understand that now. That's what I have to go.
I want Morpheus back, too, but what you're talking about is suicide.
I know that's what it looks like, but it's not.
I can't explain to you why it's not. Morpheus believes in something, and he was ready to give his life for what he believed, I understand that now. That's what I have to go.
Last Saturday, I went to a clubhouse in the city to pick up a young woman.
I am married. If my wife knew about my behavior, she would surely get seriously angry. I love my wife from the bottom of my heart, but sometimes I can't keep the curiosity inside of me down.
I danced at the clubhouse with people who were much younger than me. The music was loud enough to crush my ears. Everyone, including me, was drunk .
The girl I talked to initially danced happily with me, but when she realized that I was much older than her, she began to avoid me for some time.
In the end, I left the clubhouse alone. Although I felt lonely and old, I would go to a place surrounded by young people at any age.
This morning, my wife was looking for clothes to wear before going to work. My wife was looking at the dry laundry and said to me, "Hey, your white shirt has a red mark on it."
The white shirt that my wife was touching was the one I wore the other day. My wife was away on business for several days. During that time, I went to a clubhouse to dance. I love my wife but sometimes I want to meet a girl who is much younger than me.
The red mark on the white shirt is probably the lipstick of the girl who was attached to me at the clubhouse. I quickly washed the white shirt to get rid of the perfume and cigarette smell, but I never imagined that red lipstick would remain on the shirt.
My wife looked at the white shirt strangely. Because the shirt was washed once, I did not know that there was lipstick on it.
"Maybe the color of the other clothes has transferred to that shirt," I said, but I felt uneasy.