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Sometimes, she sent me her photos, very spontaneous, I loved and waited for them because I knew that they were made right now and only for me.

The morning began with a photograph, the kindest, beautiful, sleepy face looked at me and smiled.

A few more photographs during the day, but as soon as the night came, it all ended.

“I already turned off the light and lay down”, “I'm so lazy, pity me”- but I wanted these night photographs, they are real, devoid of daytime artificiality and excess censorship.

One evening, I invited her to the horror film, the whole session was held on the nerves: screamed, closed my eyes, in a word I was afraid as a child.

Day after day we watched horror films, of course, she resisted, but each time I was too persistent.

And so, after the next viewing, the tantrum began: “Enough, I can’t, I don’t want, I am afraid!”

My insidious plan worked: she could no longer sleep without light, I was afraid, and I began to receive night photos in heaps-stones.

I did not take into account one, soon her fear grew into something more and she could no longer sleep without me, oh yes, I was completely not opposed.